K. D. Dowdall

If you wish upon a star,

For true love’s sake,

Please don’t tell it,

Where you are,

For stars are fire,

Burning bright,

And it will surely,

Take your sight,

For if your love is true,

No star can ere replace,

The light of love,

Upon your face,

Should there be,

The darkest night.

****This is a short Limerick style of rhythm, sort of,  that I quickly jot down and I sometimes think of these little rhythms as  old fashion warnings to use common sense in all things.  K. D.