Softer

where does my true love’s path cross mine?

I see him clearly in my dreams

though gentle words encourage him

I cannot see the time, the place

and were it not my steps are stilted

my eyes filled with haze

my words eloquently chosen

I suppose it would not pain me so

to wait upon the good Lord’s timing

such a day when we shall meet

my true love, tender of heart

and we shall sip fine wine or tea

and make the world much softers