O, how fair are thee!
I’m wanting with words
I am struck!
Stricken with awe for love of a girl
O’ Apple of my eye,
mother of pearls!
I have passed though straits and deserts
And ever emerged
and seen a vast arrangement
of treacherous storms
But the eyes of thine are greater
In physics and form
They say the pen is greater
in might than than the sword
but explosions speak within you
and light up the world
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…Like the chants that the seraphim chime
For beauty and grace is with you
And your song is sublime
I have learned to trot with the wolves
but for a time
but to dance with nymphs is greater
and even divine
…Does the wind not blow where it winds?
Yet it is said
the south wind will arise when it shines
And thus shall it be done
Yet, in its time
When the morning star arises
The king will be thine
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Your kiss is the fruit of the vine
O fill me with wine!
And sweet thoughts
That will christen with time
For thus shall I show you my mind
If you show me thine
Just give me a sign
And you will be mine
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In darkness the Seraphim gaze
For with all the world of colors in you
did cavalry paint
Like feigning eagles locked
and trapped in a daze
May we faint in dark abyss
Alas for a day
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I pray’thee daughter of God
Favoured of maids
…To pour a draught of love
or else I shall faint
Into night like the source of the rays
…like i had a dream about you
On the birth of my days
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I searched for the words to speak
…I was at a loss
In great depths of ferv’r and heat
O one who is so complete
The beautiful depths of thee are a word
they e’er shall speak!
what true love is.
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