To Timothy Lee Though mostly crazy high in zeal, It's trapped I am in love’s green field. My thinking cannot one thought yield. Such feeling spins a hazy wheel. Starlit favor may sparkle dreams, No promise offers neat sewed seams. Unsure, my heart beats quick appeal. No action vaguely clear at all, Holds me where I might blindly fall. This love grows lacy, shaky feel. Over cloud puffs, my caution spans To ponder love’s own thunder plans. I hope love’s truth is strong as steel. How frightened all my feelings spree While lost and tossed by all I see. Though mostly crazy high in zeal, Such feeling spins a hazy wheel. Unsure, my heart beats quick appeal. This love grows lacy, shaky feel. I hope love’s truth is strong as steel.