Caress your love so dear
And make not hate your fear
For some they will deny
True hearts they do not lie

Upon the grass so green
Is here for us to stay
Behold your home in worth
Your soul does not need birth

To tell you as I speak
Unfolding of the meek
Becomes a day in now
When truth it does allow

To dream without your song
Like words we get all wrong
The calendars of time
Make true your words divine

A final stone unturned
Like making of the bed
Deny not what is heard
For poems they will be read