THE ART OF LOVE: POETRY

SIXTEEN

HIGHLANDS

Tears of salt will run like wells of spring
Sadness and sorrows in ruins
Once it wanes we'll bask like lilies
Seeds growing to please our toil
Blessed, united and holy
Now strong in the faith we gained
A love manifested in wishes
And dreamt of in numerous sleeps
When the Lord who leads us to it
He who knows the right and wrong
Finally makes us meet when He sees fit
"When it's right I will do it with swift,"
Days will no longer feel heavy once the lessons
have seeped in, in its time it will be-
My love can't wait to remain in your skin
My gentleman with the peace, so sweet
I'll take your hand, not even for a leap
As we venture and grow into a season of being