WHEN FIRST I MET MY LOVE
I SAW A PLAITED HEAD
WITH WHITE TEETH WARMLY WED
TO SOFT CHEEKS CREAMED IN RED;
ON WHICH MY SOUL, I FED.

I STOUTLY STOOD MY GROUND,
AND WAVED MY WANTON WAND,
HOPING TO MAKE HER STAND,
AND SIP MY SILVER SOUND.

TWO EYES SWAM IN ONE HEAD,
LIKE WHITE PEARLS SPREAD ON BREAD.
HER SMILES WEAVED SPARKLY THREAD,
ON LIPS, LIKE HONEY SPREAD.

“IS THIS MY ROSE OF HOPE
OR JUST A SUICIDE ROPE?”

AND YES, SHE SMILED AGAIN;
SENDING SPARKLES THROUGH MY BRAIN,
WRAPPING ME IN MY FIERY THOUGHTS,
ROLLING ME INTO BALLY KNOTS.

AND THEN,

SHE CHANGED HER WALKING LANE!                                                                                                         LEAVING ME CHAINED TO PAIN,
PLEADING OUT ALL IN VAIN,
UNDER THAT POURING RAIN!

BUT

SOME SEASONS DOWN THE LINE,
THROUGH THICK AND PRICKLY PINE,
I WATERED WELL MY VINE,
LEAVING THE SUN TO SHINE,
TURNING MY ONE TO NINE,
MAKING HER WORLD AS MINE.

SO LOOKING

AT OUR WEDDING FRAME,                                                                                                                     WOULD YOU CHALLENGE MY CLAIM,                                                                                                       THAT SEEDS NURTURED IN STRAIN,                                                                                                           MAY SPROUT A GOLDEN GRAIN?