To my loved one on his* day:
Over you may sunshine reign!
May the west wind weary wane,
Yielding to your right-of-way!
Let me let you see your smile
On all the mirrors of your face
Vying for the favored place,
Each singing praises all the while!
Dearest one, for whom I long,
On whose sweet love I so depend,
Now bear the burden I would send:
Each word of wonder in my song!
*Or “her”
About the Author:
Nicholas Gordon
