How lovely thou art, as the light of day,For what feelings, my beauty, in thee end,Hold my hand that mine tattered heart might say,‘Play on

Be wary they say, as heart thieves do lurk,Each pulsating function within my breast,Deception reveals the brute’s handiworkLeaping forth winded, with impassioned zest. But thou,

So stirs the heart in the eye of the storm;For fleshy clouds in ashen sadness turn,Where jagged streams of light never conform,That hearts in love

In contradiction of peace, lines hath blurred,Such gravity of affection hasten,And ne’er hath love been quite so undeterred,For to last forever, wise hearts chasten. Against

Dance in my dream, and let feet speak loudestGive voice to rhyme that lifts life to new height;Where hope listens and joy rings the proudest,And

For whereupon this cold strained barrierBreak man’s unjust bias that seeks its own?That didst pay the River Styx carrierWith weary blood-stained thoughts chilled to the

Lo! in glee’s merriment with the gracious lightBursting upon dancing feet, each under stars  Such tribute raised anew sparkling bright,Laughing eyes broad open the size of

Eyes that speak, how thy crystal word shatters,When night outward lives within these ramparts.For my love hath left mine youth in tatters,And courage wanes when