pearls

Afterthought 27—Encomia

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2014/12/18

No word or act you've done is meant for ill —
who tells else traps herself in her own lies.
To yours thrice flow your blessings, as you will.

Every promise made you will fulfill.
Who turns away your honor turns unwise —
no word or act you've done is meant for ill.

No miracle desired's outside your skill —
who mocks can't know the magic in your eyes.
To yours thrice flow your blessings, as you will.

Unfailing — whom you first loved is loved still —
who chooses else accepts false compromise.
No word or act you've done is meant for ill.

The life in you's impossible to kill —
who wishes not finds only empty skies.
To yours thrice flow your blessings, as you will.

Your word stands sure beyond the last until —
who won't accept you's gone before she dies.
No word or act you've done is meant for ill —
To yours thrice flow your blessings, as you will.
 
 

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