Be it heartfelt lingerings to unsought seas,
Enchanted by her beauty in shimmering light,
In prayers to the skies to fathom in these pleas,
To perhaps hold such gracely beings tonight.
Oh dear lady, arth thou immune to woes unfold,
And grants me the silence in unspoken mind,
Shall draws but inconclusions in tales untold,
Alas deems a little grim and less than kind.