LXVI: A Promise

And here it is: I said I'd sing her praise

if she should offer up a fancied smile.

But she's not said a word to me in days,

and I've been gushing much for quite a while.

Yet, still, her interest culls me all the same.

Is that what I should haply take to heart?

There's naught to find distasteful, naught to blame,

and gratitude would be the better part.

That's so…