Captive Queen, Sanctified By Thine Eyes (18) Poem by Captain Cur

Scorn not these rash impulses bursting forth
That I have written on a blessed cloth
To be read and sanctified by thine eyes;
Should they prove wanting, unworthy to scribe
Then I will knead them back into my heart
With love's clay to remold them, to impart
A significance accomplished by deed
For is this not the true test of love's seed
That may be watered by the sparsest rain
But requiring deepest oceans to maintain.