Rhythms Are My Way Poem by Alexandrian Ink

As it fell upon a day,
In the doleful moment of dismay
My love came with fortune smiles
Told stories, though she lies,
For poets are feign;
If you could not their ditty gain.
But I have believed she loves
Coz of the gentle proves;
For the pen that's lovely penned,
Is braver than the mighty sword.
I, now, have found a companion
She, who would not refrain
To express my joyfulness
Or stress my sorrowfulness.
I've made you a friend,
And one mild indeed
For you, my love, my rhythms;
Ballad as my voices raise
To praise God with thee,
In joy or in dismay shall always be.
To woo the woeful hearts,
Or sermon the doubtful beatitudes,
Or counsel my perplexed friends;
Who would not believe my writings,
And all that my mouth, importunes
Shall flow the way with rhythms.

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November 19 - 2017