Almost before her lips wanted to speak,
she turned those glittering eyes to smiling unique.
As in some fair heaven all this sequences dwelt,
fragrance of innocence and no words just felt.
When uttermost desires are wrought in stirring blood,
speculations of new strange tears are now understood.
Scare new ponder if for pleasure or for pain,
other worlds discovered by thoughts in vain.
In this timeless land of dwelling bliss,
the heart in search from mental loneliness.
Casting arms in save contented care,
to think that one cannot die anyway.
Shivers resolving in this longing chill,
embracing extensions of conquering still.
Falling into that dark presumed longing,
raising the soul to its belonging.
Let that sphere become my deed,
and your love becomes my Creed.