ah, but you could strike my eyes with lightning
and no greater wonder than your beauty
would have entered my heart through those windows;
strike my ears with thunder, and no greater
song than your voice would grace my attention;
strike my heart with your kindness and you slave
my lips to your praise solely forever;
say the word, and I’m faithfully yours, love.
But dazzle not my eyes, and my gaze may
wander; sweeten not my ear with your dear
words, and some other strain may catch my ear;
mistreat my heart, love, and my loyalty
might find its way to market; kiss me not,
and my heart may wither, love die, faith fail.
David M Pitchford
2 Oct 2011