Upon the object of desire
Overwrought the eye had been set
Flaunting that of what’s required
Needs that never once had been met
Minute by minute I would yearn
Infinite hunger had risen
In my slumber nimble I’d turn
Vivid her outline would glisten
Miles and miles I’ve traveled
Though a greater distance awaits
Forth may said conquest unravel
Everlasting may we equate
Redundant be such secrecy
Prosperous be thy recipe