From the slightest flare that is to peak,
Follows fortuitous desires, so to speak,
That churn with an eerie tune,
Puffed with a fine wind of perfume -

A Bellow of excitement from above the heart,
Floating a-mist this bubbling dart -
Feelings of wit and humble desire,
That speak, speak, speak inside this fire,

In hopes that a spark confine this attraction,
Which fiddles in time with utmost distraction,
Strong urges a-mist a serene confession,
That lengthen and lengthen with each dear session -

Before the tomb put forth such senseless transgression,
In pity and shame, the law's digression.