For Whom the Fairest Sigh

The audience heeds my face seeing only an actor aloof to the perils raging 'round him- gorgeously unaware I wait for it to taste like something of an oath as warming blood beneath my tongue would never wait So I pen a lonesome fable that may sooner lose conviction than breathe a bounteous breath in loving arms And in the evenings I would name it blessed and damned most sure of being he for whom the fairest sigh A faintly flickering star stirring tepid and snug within naught but bitter absence must know well of my strife