Elusive One
When in God's time I with you be introduced,
I'll urge perfection for such a perfect muse.
I'll cherry-pick the sweetest words, by fair chance,
Align our first talk in sweet deliverance.
Yet I fear to try too much and please you none,
And be lost forever, my elusive one.
Or in regret be drowned of what might have been,
That I spent the idle night, much into thinking.
And unto my excitements, my senses wake,
Out of overmuch preparations to make.
Than be well-rested, had gotten weary instead,
Rehearsing sweet thoughts bubbling over my head.
But doubt this may and never bound to happen,
That I tire depend wishing things to Heaven.