By Bud Koenemund (Written: April 2017) For Lindsay I am, too often, deficient in speech; Struck silent by the war ‘twixt intellect And passion; seeking language that would reach Your heart; confessions I pray might connect Our souls; striving to express desire, While pledging the respect of innocence. Though my rhymes are feeble, I must admire Thy beauty, and compliment elegance. Muse, thou art more deserving of esteem Than any who treads upon the base Earth We inhabit. From that grace, like sunbeams, Words radiate to celebrate love’s worth. Be sure such light enkindles creation, For this took life by your inspiration.