To All

In your heart
Let silence find a place,
Then be guided by your conscience
And you’re always safe.

Unacquainted

I’d love to know
Your real full name.
’Twould be pleasure to write
Your beauty and fame.

I’d write on the value
Of you in which I hold,
Why it could ne’er be bought
With Rockefeller’s gold.

Indeed you’re a blessing
From the heavens above,
And all would be bright
If I had your love.

And while sweet breezes blow
Over life’s rough way,
I could sit and write your name
In my humble essays.