O yield to me o wandering companion,
Admit my Heart to Passion's elusive kingdom,
Wherein the birds of Paradise take flight,
Begetting song of joy and eternal delight.

Borne aloft on incandescent, divine zephyr,
Effusing from transcendent, otherworldly ether,
I am swept up in a hurricane, that rolls and waves,
My mesmerized Heart raves, across this reality's enchanted plane.

Love, a beau blooming blossom to be in awe of, to devour,
Through every wild and carefree hour,
So yield to me like water, wine,
And fathom Love and soar divine.