O’ one of pure heart,
Surely it must be enveloped in resin
Otherwise how can it not break.
Thine voice sings the beauty of angels,
Thine face art most ravishing,
Still how many times hast thou fallen prey to artiface,
How many times hast thou succumbed to frisson in the face of night?
Drawn, art thou to that which promises thee harm
Excluding nothing from thy circuitous journey.
To castigate thee would serve no purpose;
Nay, it would serve only to drive thee to be taciturn.
In this I fear that thou wouldst be lost to me forever.
Therefore I am destined to love thee just as thou art;
Embracing thy peculiarities and thy uniqueness
As endearing and part of thy mesmerizing charm.
O’ one of purest heart,
I shall love thee forever and ever.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~