O Wistful Lover
For Janelle
O Wistful Lover,
How you pine,
Long Hours now wasted,
On Love divine.
And What remains?
Tatter'd shreds,
Of your heart, mended
By no human threads.
Only by the Will,
Of our Father above,
Shall your heart again,
Know how to love.
March 24, 1999
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