Here now I do proclaim these words of love
Well knowing love cannot condense to words,
Yet these seem all I send to God above
In empty prayer, beseeching thoughts be heard.
What must I do to win that gentle hand?
What might I say to strike a cherished chord?
What act proposed will she yet view as grand?
Please let me know, I beg of you dear Lord!
If silent lines may still reach out to hearts,
If kindest acts may still bask in sweet praise,
Then with each loving breath I’ll plead my art
And to that precious soul sweet verse engrave.
So if these lines of ink read meek or bold,
I pray fond words may win that heart of gold.
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