In June he plants
His pennant upon
My abdomen.
At night I find
Connections come at
The right time.
But warmth can soon
Fade into coldness.
Surprise doubt
With repetition,
The right time
Is one replayed
In devotion
Time and again
Until it is known.
Tag: persistence
Nose to the grindstone
Nose to the grindstone,
Aspiring to stand ground
With resilient, groaned strain
That grows into grand sound.