Te Amo, Te Quiero (another Minnesang)

Another Minnesang

You discard each rampart that I secure

You breathe; I melt, acquiescent in your gaze

Your presence is more than I can endure

Yet, like a moth to flame I seek its blaze

Drawn to you, I thirst; love’s gall is bittersweet

For you remain oblivious; I wallow at your feet

“O senor, Te amo, O, Te quiero

Me Encantas,’ ach, what is the use

You hang your fedora over my heart’s window

Completely untaken by my Spanish ruse

I watch from behind you but you don’t turn around

So I must follow; an invisible shadow on the ground

Would one tiny glance be too noble a favor?

Is there any chance; or am I doomed unseen?

Must I remain at your mercy forever

To die in the hollow of what might have been?

I have one ploy left; ah, leave it to me

Senor, I will attempt to seduce you with poetry

© Janet Martin