"Your Jenny." And these blank skies thinly pale, The baby leaves 'non shiver to winds' sense Of sheer caprice, their soft chartreuse lit thence As if translucent while birds wing oer, hail With voices my heart knows from June's detail, Like summer's breath flirts 'cross green lawns more dense And ruffled carpets, daffodils bright hence In deepest yellows smiling to avail. Oh, Andrew! Song of Songs talks of what fer Effect seems mine, though we're but friends--yet ooh! That's how she knows him, yes. Warmth's waltzing tour With singing lightly on the air and dew What twinkles in morn's eye is ours as twere, Whiles I want violets as I wait for you.
14Apr17b
Problem with not liking to wait is how much of the Scriptures show that is our ultimate downfall, so far as I can see.