love poems

Bewilderment

A man knows himself unworthy, her love unmerited,

a mystery like a healing after a wing's light touch.

And he no longer tries to hide his failings,

humbled and as helpless for wounds

as if he were already old and almost blind

and forgets his way in a well known city.

Shaking, he takes out a worn, often folded paper,

and asks strangers to read a name, an address.