Wild tempests in your midst would fast retreat
Yet gentleness is written in your soul
Two parts distinct make this love seem complete
Small wonder that your virtue I extol
Though born as one I long have stood as two
Since beauty of rare kind assailed my eyes
When kindness quenched my heart as morning dew
My erstwhile cries were born again as sighs
Though words abound in ample verse and prose
That speak of love unequalled in its might
Your love is far more rarefied than those
Beyond the mere words that poets write
A poet's lament! Ah! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing