#spensarian stanza
Infatuated sighs; a tethered heart
Allowed a confession’s wordless lean way;
Its vision too grand to crudely impart
In breath put to speech; in attempts to say:
“I will love you forever and a day.”
This, I do know: you have suffused me whole;
In ways that I first must learn to convey
The voice that spills directly from this soul,
Unexpectedly born on a quaint evening stroll.
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11-5-2022, M.A. Tempels ©