Stoppage

My writings 

Maybe jejune for you, 

My etiquette 

Maybe unimpressive, 

My proffer 

Maybe gauche, 

But the feelings 

That my eloquent eyes 

Speak are genuine. 

The love to which 

They genuflect 

It is only for you. 

Yes, before you stamp 

A seal of nay.

To my love,

Press your heart 

To listen to the inner silence 

And if there 

Comes no whisper, 

Reject me, 

I am ready.

To accept ramification. 

Yes, it is true that 

My love for you will 

Never have a stoppage, 

My love for you will 

Never have a stoppage.