Ella, look at me this way.
Ella,
Ella,
Concentrate hard.
Ella,
hear me and turn
Before I deal another card.
No,
don't look at me.
Don't.
Look up now.
If you look at me then I will look
at you happily and they will see how
much I like you.
When will I get to know you, Ella?
When will we meet?
When will we speak?
When will I once again touch your cheek?
When?
So much I want to show you, Ella.
Sights we can see,
things we can do,
Poems I've written especially for you.
But when?
I pass,
I pass the hours planning things to teach you,
Pass the hours planning ways to reach you.
When?
When?
When one heart, one heart is beating wildly.
Can you hear my heart is beating wildly?
You are near it.
When will we be alone together?
When will we meet?
When will we speak?
When will I once again touch your cheek?
When?
Ella, gay as a tarantella,
Pure as lark singing acapella,
My poem be your umbrella.
Poets who suffer pain
Should fall in love with girls named Jane.
Not Ella.
When,
Ella,
when I long to teach Your eyes how to read,
hands how to write,
Lips how to speak, but night after night.
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
I see you scouring and mending,
Pale and dreamy,
bending and pretending Not to see me.
When?
When?
When?
I see you smile at me in notions while you're cooking.
Cover your emotions! Look, they're looking!
When will we ever be together?
When is the time?
Where is the place?
When can I once again touch your face?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
Hearkens absent the daylight darkens.
Ella,
what kind of coward am I?
This I will not allow.
Ella, what if they do their worst?
I'll see you first.
We'll be together.
Now,
Ella,
now,
girl,
I shall show your hands how to touch,
eyes how to glow,
lips how to kiss.
I've so much to show.
Then you will blossom,
then you will grow,
and...
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?