Confession of Guilt

Like the season I go to come again The journey I go is not without guilt Of things I do sometimes The words in my mouth are heavy The way to speak I know not how My heart condemns and my feelings sentenced The way to express I know not how Like a bush of July flowers That cannot but steal one’s heart So the belles come flaunting And my heart is locked with theirs Even as a passing emotion Then comes insurmountable guilt With an air of authority ready to condemn For one so bound in love as you For one so fair on the inside and out For one so encompassing as an oak tree What more want I? What more wants any endowed with you? When I return I will be bound to you And together live all the seasons as come