I Giveth To Thine
What are the sweet songs of songs worth?
If I not clasp hands with thine,
And thine not twine eyes with I.
See, roses open before the sun,
As the sun folds before night.
Night pours unto the sky,
As the sky empties before morning.
All creation follows a common thread.
Why not thou stitch lay next to mine and mine next to thou.
The breeze walk across the river,
And straws recline against one another.
No grain would be picked if seed is sown with the left hand,
So, what are the sweet songs of songs worth?
If the not giveth myself to thine,
And thine not giveth yourself to thee.
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