No depth is like the deepness of your eyes.
No warmth is like the comfort of your smile.
Yet sometimes love turns out to be unwise.
And joy can change to feelings dark and vile
Yet like blue glass your eyes compel my gaze.
Your lips invite us to to conjoin with mine.
Have I learned so little wisdom in my days?
Am I a fool top pass this warning sign?
Yet hope is ever rising in the heart.
Despair is not to be embraced too soon;
and if God wills that our two ways must part
I’ll face the error and receive my doom.
For humans need to give and take of love.
With tenderness that rivals turtle doves