HE held a Belt around my life -
I could hear the buckle snap!
He held to my neck, a knife;
My own lifetime trap.
He is the Lord's Duke -
And I am his title-deed.
He is dedicated to fluke,
No matter how much I plead.

He rings his loving bell -
And I face the toils.
This Lightning fell,
Upon his coils.
To live in his Time,
Enticed by his Angels divine -
Whose invitation, know you not;
Of whom I must decline?

The MOON is distant from the sea,
On this midnight dreary,
Where we are thine and thee -
Until we are weary.

He never misses my eye,
When we meet our hands -
Crystalline as the sky,
Along appointed Sands.

Oh, Love, thine hand;
Is mine own distant sea -
Under the Moon's land,
Thine and thee.

IN thee I spot the lands of May,
The mountain's ice peak,
The stormy summer's day -
The crystal creek.

In that everlasting Love,
In the meadows where Angels play -
Shall we join our Dove,
Upon an August day?

I see a ROSE down by the creek,
In the valley of grazing sheep -
But those roses against her cheek,
Shall see her weep.

Her fingers fumbled in Love,
Where the Needle may Sew -
The feathers of her Dove,
With Dreams anew.

I spy a Garden upon her cheek,
That bore another Rose -
In his Gentle creek,
Where her Water froze.

The Swans sang of her Rose,
In their immortal Tune -
Where the Dove goes;
Blessing the Moon.

His CHARM invests her grace,
The Love she beheld -
Through the tears on her face,
Collar her Spirit dispelled.

Paint her your Gentle Art,
Colored with Dreams -
Never to Depart,
In Charm’s Streams.

‘Twas a long PARTING through Death's Time,
Before the judgement of Angels divine -
Beneath the wedding bells that chime,
Within love’s mortal rhyme.

The lovers soon met,
In heaven’s thickening haze -
And beneath his threat,
Love remained in her gaze.

Lifetime sat upon their mantle,
The memories they held -
That strife could ne’er dismantle,
Through the Times they Weld.

Was the bride e’er like this?
Paradise’s mortal host?
Forever in bliss -
With his dying ghost.

I am CEDED, and have stopped being theirs,
Away from the names they dropped upon my face -
With blessed water - delicate cares!
Won’t thou love my grace?

And with the least of these beautiful dolls,
You still entwine my heartstrings with spools,
For I shall forever answer your calls -
Won’t thou follow love’s rules?

I am blessed without choice,
Conscious of your saving grace -
Thy gentle Serenity Spring voice,
Won’t thou set my heart to race?

When thou shalt call on my name,
Summer's bright moon shall wane -
Against this graceful dame.
Won’t thou remain in vain?

And by the castle near the crystal pond,
Crowned am I - hailed to thee,
Our fatal love bond,
The queen that is not free.

The adequate noble reject!
A queen all alone -
Her heart ship-wrecked,
Without her throne.