My love is in full and infinite bloom
and like that love my heart feels open to be
as our love grooms it wears red and pink plumes
and so to feel this love is to feel free

His golden hair and heart leave breathless
the ocean blue eyes that look at me dare
to be his is to not know that of distress
and to be without that drug is despair

This can’t simply be lust but that of love
our heel unknown but this crush is sincere
My dear, I don’t care what happens thereof
I know my mind has never been so clear

Yes, perhaps its boundless and woeful
yet to be with you is ambrosial.

*Tialor Abelin