Poor old shine
Of a shoe in love
Star's to guide by
And a mercy meant to introduce a covenant

Welling hour's
Without the likes of you?
As shrewd as we are
The demure need of sense and actual collusion

Where we admit it to suggest
A collapse of beauty into life, the misery we lest?
Is a shallow beckoning, a somber test?
Will a shared eye, know the lovelorn, if instinct guesses?

A rose from a tree, is a welcome friend
Ought and distance to a sworn duty, living for well
Suppose and craft, of a kindred
That asks so subtle a question, is love only for the soul?

Reasons to run, and reasons to walk
Talk of a coming happiness, that is long in the truth
Of oddity we identify with, a host of cares to sulk
Will a favorite with on your behalf, lead to us, knowing youth?

Wealthy old shyness...
Of a shown about, courage to love
Energy in realized health, a world to bless
With the coming heed, and sincerity of yearning, for us...