Sweetness

Ah! Many times, a thousand ways A million chances, to speak with you I gather all, the faith and grace They come together to still be few Lead wielded fist, or cup of paint I’d always try, to capture her Her gaze, and too, her pretty face So that, they both, would be my stars She’s cold as ice, but still as sweet This would make me love her more She holds my heart, my head to feet And toils them like a billiard ball I would, still love, and hold her dear Because it feels, so right and true Although, I know not how I’d fare, I’ll bear, till one’s more beautiful.