Why Can't I See Her? Poem by Boston Kelley

When I met her, I found joy incomparable.
She was a light to my dark world.
I experienced a happiness that I had not
Known in a long time.

She is my beloved,
I am glad to call her my own.
Yet she is silent much of the days.
I wait for her response,
And I am left in agony.

Each moment she is silent,
I am in anguish.
Every second that I cannot see her
Torments me.
Grief unmeasurable consumes me
Like a flood that washes over the land.

An insomniac, she is, someone who does
Not rest consistently.
She is awake spontaneously
Leaving me to speculate when I can
Converse with her.

Why must I be so obsessive?
Where else can this obsession go?
It is all directed at her
Like a massive army converging on its target.

I am struck with love and grief.
Obsession has given them each other's hand
In marriage.
What hope do I have to cull my desire to be
Near her?
What could I do?