A Poem To My Annabel Lee

I wanted but to write In blindness and in sight, A poem for nobody to read, Except my Annabel Lee, indeed . A poem she won't place on her bookshelf, A poem not for her mother to see, A poem to keep only to herself, A love poem to my Annabel Lee. I wanted to write to her a letter Of strength, of courage. I can't be sure I'll say it better Or my words of love will be average. A letter that will make my beloved smile A letter that will draw me close from miles. A letter that will make time fly so fast She will feel that the present is the past... I wanted but to write In blindness and in sight, In words out of the question, In the depth of delight, In pure feelings of affection, A poem of attention. A letter that in history has never been A letter that in mystery will never be seen; A poem for only her to see, A poem to my Annabel Lee. But because I favor to live Persistence is what I don't have; And because I am in quandary, Not to write to her is my only boundary.