Todays A Ribbon Caught-In-Your Hair

Today's a ribbon caught-in-your hair Lightly flapping like a blackbirds lax-wing Readying for that solo flights high declare. That love of seeing, everywhere life's bubbling- Joyous gift; your eyes are what I live for "Is what the daybreak arose-for-to-see? Once black-hounds bade at the moon threescore And not a one could take your virtue free." Joy cannot catch sorrow like a fever at dawn. We only whisper what we truly yearn for What I live for, the glance of your hand, thereon. And that little bit more, that soothes my store. My soul is a ribbon caught-in-your hair. It cannot be, untangled - this I swear.