it was early in the morning
about the break of day
i didn’t get a warning
and the waiter was away
i had to serve your beauty
no roses but the thorns
if love had such commitment
no one would be born
i heaved a sigh and relinquished
to what servitude there was
the freedom of my failure
to the undone gordian knot
kjg 1226am 6 feb 2015