"My Love's Devine"

By Tilden Corbett

How will she ever know
Who my heart beats for?
When my mouth don’t show
What my heart surely shows?
I clothe my woes
Through creative prose
And divulge a glimpse of my soul
Only to show that I love her so.
As ticking time pounds,
The seconds are crowned.
As simple as it sounds,
The minutes are found.
Mr. Moon goes through phases.
Father time has seen these cases.
Brother sun don’t know what to do.
Will sister cloud allow brother to shine through?
Miss tulip blossoms so fine;
But too short is her time.
Seasons change with perfect pitch and timing
So shall I too make moves on time.
Unlike the Mr. Moon and Miss tulip,
My time is uncertain.
But what is certain
Are my movements and wording.
Though courageous is this move
That I make for you,
Pure and true
Is my love for you.
Not another dawn will climb
Over the hill of mine
Without me spilling these lines;
For my love is divine.
~for Edith