I am in doubt
by Florence Hynes Willette
I’ll love you until stars fall.
Can it be so sure, so lasting as my heart demands
of one whose slightest touch upon my hands
is like the wind inside an aspen tree?
I am in doubt of this frail thing
I hold so sworn to constancy
And this is why, why,
Too often I have watched a burnt blue sky
Where slipping stars spilled scarlet
and grew cold.
I Am In Doubt
Composer(s): Undine Smith MooreBuy via Hildegard Publishing Company