Friday, August 04, 2006

Faith

If that drop doesn't fall
Before ten's count,
In cheer, I'll know it all
Her love's account.Well... Should I or shouldn't I?

So, off I start to reckon.
I watch it slide on a "5".
Though I rush through the "7"
It fell 'fore "9" did arrive.

"Was it a slow counting
Or was it destiny's sly,
With a leaf left panting
And a tear in my eye?"

Alas! I think t'was my sloth.
I shall count a dew again.
An omen stirred in love's broth
Is His Nod to a man's yen.

4 comments:

  1. Pretty.
    "An omen stirred in love's broth
    Is His Nod to a man's yen."
    A touch of Shakespeare in the poem's style.

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  2. Was it a slow counting
    Or was it destiny's sly,
    With a leaf left panting
    And a tear in my eye?"


    Lovely lines..Keep going..

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  3. Dear P,
    Glad you like it, but why make S turn in his grave!? ;-)

    Dear X,
    Merci

    Dear P,
    Glad you like it. I intend to keep going. Let's see what time has in store... :-)

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