To love a poet

Oh please,spare me, to love takes pace.
And to this day, I abhor the chase,
So, flowers, gifts and cards won’t do.
Speak clearly so I understand.
If we must end up hand in hand
Leave out the leaves that the wind blew.
I savour words you give to me,
But not those fed to mystery,
I’ll go with love, my words, and you.

Leonell