Ghazal on 'your careless nonchalance'

[joel]

Embarrassment: how beautiful you wear your careless nonchalance.
Deformed I poor reflect you; o to share your careless nonchalance.

Cannot perfection’s renaissance prepare the thought your form presents?
As weak as language, so am I to bear your careless nonchalance.

At distance, you require all space; and there is yet your breadth too close.
This narrow world is far too poor to dare your careless nonchalance.

Am I at fault to blind admire, to stare at one who cannot stare?
I strain my sight’s aversion when you bare your careless nonchalance.

Not love, but greed and avarice: how fair you are, I yearn to be.
What confidence survives to which I’d pair your careless nonchalance?

Perhaps your spirit fouls the graceful air my thoughts have you assigned.
Perhaps by grace the depth I’m unaware, your careless nonchalance.

Embarrassed still, how shallow the affair I mind between our selves.
For damaged pride I separate and pare your careless nonchalance.