If love be you
Then beat my heart
Gently now
If it be vain
Let it be vain
Vanity is nothing
I’ve been undone
I’ve wept loss
I do not seek you in spring
Or simply when you bloom
I stay till the fall
The autumn rain
You may call me infrequent
You can even call me unaware
Because you have made me breathless
Your presence has purpose
If I love- I love for you.
No need for words spoken
A life unimagined
And things re-done
-JBW
A Dead Language 