And orbs can't weild a world what thee heart can,
Thou lips perfectly coaxed with flame of flush,
Like the wilt of lavender all over your skin,
Humming the song of maidenhood, sipping the tea of Adonis,
Tis the time, sigh the fume of love over the smoke of hemis,
If not the love what keeps thou blind,
If not the love too what hypnotizes the heaven for thou,
If the time shapes the space as a string,
For thou I would be fire sick to burn this ache between us
Over and over again and again,...