Poems of Cure

Poem Four

I am lazy,

Often procrastinate, and leg behind

I often scream and blame;

And confess.

At least to satisfy for myself for the peace!

I lie, and

I know "it a was lie!"

And now your love!

You are quinine, wine of heaven!

I am pure,

I am everlasting,

As this morning breeze,

And your blushing smile!