There's guardians at the edge of
waking sleep

Withholding information
as dawn doth creep

I don't know what
they are withholding?
but it must be mighty
deep.

Waiting on someone to lick
The abundance of curiosity
From my lips
And rather than deem my Inquisitive qualities
"Child-like" or "nonsensical,"
To stick around for a while
Add some sugar
Maybe cream
To quench their thirst
For someone like me.

I shall surely try to become a more worthy self,
but not with myself in mind.
What will it do myself if I am temperate and kind?
Or if I have much virtue, who is that virtue for?
It is solely and completely for you whom I adore.
Love is my greatest wealth,
diminishing purely physical states of "sickness" and of "health;"
when love enlightens my mind and brings me such joyful folly,
the mere act of living or dying makes not much difference to me.
I want to fill my days with laughter; your laughter more than mine.
It must be true that love's great youness is the hope of humankind.