You Do Me No Harm Poem by Seamus O' Brian

If the vanity of your heart
Drives your hand
To trouble the waters of my soul
So that you may hear the songs
Of a poet sung for you;
If the whispers of your lips
Are in the end only invitatons
To the flattery upon which
your conceited heart feeds,
Do not fear,
You have done me no harm.
For you have only driven deeper
The pools of my heart,
You have only made greater
The depths of my passion,
You have only made sweeter
The rivers of my soul
For those who will come
Not to gaze at their own reflection
But to immerse themselves
In the song of humanity,
And drink from
The waters of poetry