No depth is like the deepness of your eyes
No warmth is like the comfort of your smile
Yet sometimes love turns out to be unwise.
And joy can change to feelings dark and vile
Yet like blue glass your eyes compel my gaze.
Your lips invite us to to conjoin with mine.
Have I learned so little wisdom in my days?
Am I a fool top pass this warning sign?
Yet hope is ever rising in the heart.
Despair is not to be embraced too soon;
and if God wills that our two ways must part
I'll face the error and receive my doom.
For humans must all give and take of love.
So tender like the flutterings of a dove