Just the words as are perceived-
Should be seen by thee in light of day;
Words are not tokens by and by
Instead should be taken as less-
Than eye perceives.
It is that glint that made thee doubt,
And think winged flurries were about…
But such was not to be, as ‘tis this note
A primrose promised in marked red.
Therefore let us be friends and nothing more-
Words as thou said can be exchanged,
And leave romance to Blake and Milton-
Wherefore we may think on ancient Greece;
You shall be my Sophocles…
And I thy learned pupil Plato.