Shall I recite for you my feeling's worth?
My love-hearts count in more than all the birds,
evolving new as would their flocks rebirth
and drift like feathers, till their turn to words.

Aloft in love I gird within your glow
as tho' your warming grace reheats my sun
and breathe the sweetly breezes wings do know
and out the skies I call of love you won.

The sunsets only when in resting sleep
but I nest where the dreams are sweet and soft
and fly within this heart of crimson deep
for love is each your world, and I aloft.

If love made plumes then know they would reside
into your heart, and there will they abide.