Would you accept
the words I’d write?
Would the thoughts I’d whisper
fill your soul with delight?
Would you carry those words
deep in your heart?
Rhyming or not,
hold in every part?
Would you ponder them
daily; turn them in your mind?
Would you hold them as diadems?
Rejoice in what you’d find?
If you’d think thusly, every day,
then I’d always offer them the same way.