Poetry Friday - gripes

gripes; or, by their fruits shall ye know themBecause you dangle just beyond my reachI try the harder to deserve you, darling.There'd be no need to promise or beseechlike this were I an ant or fly or starling.How tantalizing is your distance! Grindmy teeth and tear my hair out though I may,I know if you fell in my lap I'd findI didn't really want you anyway.But then you're just the same: if I