Delay

 

 

Let it be so, I'll wait some more,
I'll wait my time outside your door.

Days I've spent with your visage to keep,
A few more I'll wait, a little more I'll weep
For keeping away, isn't easy and yet,
Knowing the grounds that fate hath wet,

I’ll await the fragrance, lilting divine,
I will wait my time, till you'll be mine,
But till then await His mercy from above,
Till then bear mine; uncontested love.

Morn

 

Bent akin the light that flows
Upon her, and hence, gently shows
The radiance of the one I sought,
The girl I loved, affections fraught
With perils, that hence the world will throw,
And yet, we’re the union of two, we know
Best to make each morn, day count;
To begin to store little joys we’ve found.

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