Like stomach acid
Your observant scrutiny
Digests every flaw;
While the weak wooers scurry
The patient one grows stronger
Categories:
wooers, dedication, judgement, scary, strength,
Form: Tanka
My soul is craving for a spring feast
Despite the bloody rainy weather.
I'm over the story with the beast!
Time to blossom, no longer wither.
Don't put off things or wish to come true
'Til some distant special occasion.
Occasion's now. Just allow due to
It's no analysis Bayesian!
Allow yourself to live in this now,
Breathe fresh spring air with your sleepy lungs
You' will hear some wooers pronounce "Wow!"
Had you been a waitress they'd leave bungs.
Categories:
wooers, spring, wisdom, woman,
Form: Lyric