Transcendental Sonnet #1235:
Wistful Twinkle in His Eye
misunderstanding is the universal language
Celibate a dozen years
Wistful twinkle in his eye
Tried and tired wept dry of tears
Still too curious to die
Eccentric but kind little Lutheran
Why would you how could you resist this man?
He means you no harm
Would you like a sonnet?
He will get right on it
And do it with charm
Nobody knows who he really is
"He saved others himself he could not save"
Only one heart knows and that is his
And he will be a riddle to his grave
+Steven Curtis Lance
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