in Burmese climbing rhyme

[joel]

How will you judge
me? I’ll nudge you,
budge you to be
free of me. And
me? Much the same.
How you blame me,
name me—will you
change how you look
through our past? I
can’t say. Why? Well,
I was your friend—
and you bend the
end of our love
till it shoves out
troves of joy we
shared. Did we share?
We were so young.
We’d love sung, but
hung care, lynched share
and (so where we’re
fair) our selves sure
we loved per hopes.
Were you and I
in love by chance?
Why did I trust
love if just self-
lust was all we
shared—yes, we shared.
How we fared, we
dared trust love. True.
—I’ll trust you but
to tell me true.
Yes? What do you,
through all our past,
see at last when
cast your eyes on
me? The dawn still—
I yet will and
till I die I’ll
with love file you.
I’ll the same do.
How will you judge
us? I’ll nudge us,
nudge to fuss less—
us to bless. And
you? Much the same.