Mayhap thy smile
Hath fallen upon a daisy’s golden head,
To shine upon some weary traveler
Along the dusty road, and cause
A softening of the hard, hard way.
Perchance the handclasp strengthened wavering love
And lodged thee in thy friend’s regard.
And where the dimpled hands caress,
Will not a well of love spring forth?
Who knows, but who will tell