Stoppage
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.