My weakest spot of all
Is the look upon your face
That gazed upon me vulnerable
After fall from grace

Zephyrs stir within my heart
That carry me to heaven
Beyond a hell without no art
A void of brimstone, craven

For once I can be innocently
Enamoured of thy bliss
Tis to be a poet
To see sunshine as thy kiss

Decorate my life dear love
And paint upon its walls
With wanton wild abandon
Whilst I be pilgrim rapt in thrall