Anonymous Love

Tell me you hate me,
I'll still be loyal to you.
Claim everyone's gone,
I will wait until it's night,
Hoping at last you'll relent.

Myrtle and Magnolia

The master grafted
A myrtle branch to a bough
Of magnolia;
At times more white blooms than black,
But the forms their mixture makes!

Preserved as though in marble carved,
Dreams and hopes of marvels curved 
Around partners based and wharved 
Where hearts embraced prayers preserved.