Love Poem # 6½
10/23/01

If my right eye wets itself
Like a crackbaby just born
I'll say it's wet for you.
After the plague has taken over
And we, the last two, share one
I'll say it was spared for you.
When the world has been blessed
For all the good it has done
I'll say it was because of you.
If your name becomes false
Because of events taken place
I'll defend it for you.
If the harsh axe of reality
Shares its blade with all that's true
I will mend it for you.
And if love's true apparition
Is hidden from its worth
I'll recover it for you.

Adrienne Helms
aehelms@edisto.cofc.edu