Spirited from the Guf (rondeau: true to form)
Spirited from the Guf, two precious lives.
On winged angels, from heaven derived.
Twice, for me, did joyous herald bells ring
one babe in winter and one babe in spring.
Their luminous souls, my spirit revived.
My winter surprise did swiftly arrive.
the other so slowly, spring was contrived.
For each little soul, sweet sparrows did sing
spirited from the Guf.
Our lives, they were dull, and somewhat deprived
before our children brought joy to our lives.
Now, my sated heart, does gleefully cling
to infinite love these cherubs did bring.
Because of our love, their souls will survive.
spirited from the Guf.
