Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence
Infrequent tho', as sweet aromas roam
Intoxicating even doubting sense;
Yet lingers still, equating 'bout an itch
Compounding by her crowding please of eyes;
Aware that grace, in beauty's grace may switch,
And swells of mindless bliss reveal, it dies.
But dreary blinds and lovelessness is death;
A dormant tease with none, left begging more
No! What may loose denotes the counting breath!
The lessee on my neck is there, therefore;

Retitled sovereign, governing this lease
Till by dethrones herself or life to cease.

To lay amidst the sweetest ocean breeze
And nestle me to sand a sandy bed,
And let the golden eye tan as he please;
And turn my whites into a bronze's stead,
And splashing notes of coastal whispers hush;
And fly my thoughts where gulls and wings do span;
And flutter in the salty water rush,
And moan do I as sea-fan shells began,
And echoing the love: how here we love,
And brine does make the thirst a pleasure's cause,
And pleasure's coast the streaked blue skies above,
And place me where my swell of love does pause:

For beauty tho' the scene of ocean's make
Have none by eyes of you and my heart take!

My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares herself into defect
And has believe the suitors pass her gaze;
Then seeks some vial to apply effect,
Adverts desire do play to worsen her;
Perfection shown does taunt the blemished seen:
'Till godly art has then became a blur-
That rapids youth to then what has now been.
But as with beauty's grace mans voice can't shy
And bounds him words into rethink her eyes
That her to her own beauty can't deny:
Her portrait has the sun in her arise;

As tho' in beauty one has two allowed
Should one have lost itself about a cloud.

The chamber of my heart's cold near the left;
So sickly thickened by her sight with his;
Betraying eyes that smile to my bereft
And stained by redden wine as red there is;
Ungodly as her lipstick beckons both-
And me, through frozen veins an equal cause:
To pierce as they did mine by secret oath;
Then I to self proclaim no mercy's pause:
Befall the cheerful couple to their make!
But wine would bitter still and me repose-
Where bitterness do echo such mistake-
To blame the thorns, I knew did mold the rose,

Then let deceitful love untouched by scorn
As they'll defeat their own when love has worn.

Undo the plague your love's befallen men;
By I with love alone to rescue you,
Repenting is but part of mine to when-
Forgiveness is bestowed by them purview:
As then, by heart to heart yourself shall mend;
To love through virtue's gate, that I do love;
But angel I am not nor can I send -
From you, contempt with all contempt thereof,
Immune then I cannot and suffer so;
As sweet is only sweet when sour is known;
And wise do take with love the love to know
The grace that made is often more that's shown:

So leave the hearted trails within our wake
And newer love let born, for lover's sake.

When I do pause, reliving love's laments;
As I am now in drenched within the guilt;
That every morn', the morning sun presents -
With open eye, I sighted all will wilt;
As glory's rays foresaw our lover's end
And even when her gaze did steal the shine;
My fears did bathe in worst my burn could lend;
To death me in a time, when she's not mine.
Yet now when years become that fearful truth;
That golden star glowed brighter than my cloud
And if by magic send my skin to youth:
Then love will cherish love as love's aloud

Regrets do taunt the saintly love of old
If only saint it were, when love weren't cold.

To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know;
Your kindly wit will bid our love be seen,
But caution to such heart before it's show;
Refrain from early use of words of love
For I will hide as night does hide the day
And echo in my wake: a mourning dove
With water drops from setting suns of may.
Yet if so patient, as does hope create
This love of yours be gifted, soft the touch
And then your tones will have no cause to wait
To shout about our love, that loves as much.

Then time's our distance, sweet and darling one
'Till then tho' I will wait, where love is numb.