By Luis G. Dato
‘Tis time this heart indifferent
To love so long,
Should rise from slumber innocent
And stroll among
The gardens that are heaven-sent.
The butterflies’ unweary quest
From vase to jar,
For wine within the petals’ nest
Will guide me far
Down lanes with Heaven’s sunshine blest.
For it is time this heart so long
Indifferent
For years and years should stroll along
Where Cupid went
One day, and hearkened his own song.
