Counting Seeds

Years parting youth and trials
hither embark no hearts denial,
bearing fruit loves coupling bore,
a child with mind of skies store.

Whereart my loves dandy kiss,
who yesterday was eager
and today amiss.

Where be thine eyes set low,
upon my brow in kiss,
and today in stow.

Here we struggle to push straight,
darkened stains that mark fate,
In hand by hand squeezed tight,
emits a force that spurs our light.

Here stands a love of kinds,
that shades vision,
and steals minds.

Here lives a man of deeds,
who marks his words,
by counting seeds.

These years part youth in trials
hither embarked no hearts denial,
bearing fruit loves coupling bore,
a child with mind of skies store.