Tender Heart Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Blame mine never, Weak so weary
For tomorrow, unlike today
Shall then come the cherub arrow
Bestow the cherub rage with blame

Lustful heart seek nae this sorrow
Love is full of lonely rain
Lust here now with kisses borrowed
For a harlot's story in thy name

Take heed the morning whence, once upon
One night, another day
Come the dawn one lamp after
A secret for the grave

Whom has loved more so tenderly
Torn and ravaged in such a way
Once anon, we lie here waiting
Blame mine never; sorrows gained

(02/15/2024)