ACCEPTEZ-MOI

I bid you be at ease with me,

As my heart devise return

To era that took their wings and fled;

The sweet times between us.

See the tent of my remorse mind

Fall on me like dawn of day.

And my tongue is full of plights

To make friendship with you again.

To hold your hands soft or hard,

And make friendly jest of everything.

Beam your smile and dance around

My moody figure in silvery sparkling.

Make me feel those kindred arms,

That wrapped and coiled my nape

In trouble times now gone past.

Receive me in hugs of sweet placates.

Allow no wrong our friendship split.

Render your heart to hear my plea

For the things of which i've err'd.



(I wrote this at the request of an acquaintance who had failed friendship.)