It Comes Not In A Jar

It comes not in a jar,

Can not be boxed, placed in a sack.

There is no recipe,

No cookbook, no formula to concoct.

There is no raffle,

No lottery, no auction to crave.

It’s no magic potion,

No spell, no wand you can wave.

Very often there’s pain

It slashes, it slices right down to the bone.

Frequently it’s blind,

It’s crippled, it’s stunted as others have shone.

But more often than not it results in true bliss,

It’s passion, it’s love that is tops on the list.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ One of Pure Heart

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 ~~

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16