From The Passionate Novice Poem by Leonard Snow

From The Passionate Novice



From all I gather you do not even care
yet if by chance you wish to take a dare
Grant me an audience right now and here
to breathe sweet murmurs into your ear

I wish to devote myself to you
Silly it sounds; but I swear it's true
If what I gave, you only returned in half
to me it will still be more than enough

Blind mice can stumble and find their way
Broken clocks can tell the truth twice a day
The brightest dawn will soon succumb to night
now who is to say I won't be proven right

There is much I will admit I do not know
yet as time passes by my convictions grow
If happiness is the least that you deserve
then come with me, and be my love

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