Look in His Eyes!

 Hello All,

Some Lousy Friday - DAY Poetry

Can a dried Heart 

sprout 

a Love without 

a flint

which sparks a lit

without 

a limit.

How many pint 

can tilt, 

a trust

in tint,

which 

went

extinct.

No rendering of account

on an explicit

guilt

which built

shoot

in my heart.

I forgave your guilt.

The guilt

which I won't 

forget.

         King H. Ironson

(Musical Book - A Musical Sheet from: Have a Heart 1917 by Guy Bolton, Jerome Kern and P.G. Wodehouse)