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
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