Whose ever musing beauty should refrain
To tantamount endurance of lament
When every mounting truth begets in vain
To all but fleeting, ignorant dissent
As promises romantically inclined
Should shower vagrant starlight on your face
But ever shake the beauty of the mind
To flay itself to fortune in disgrace
I chased a home in something never bound
And lost myself to hang upon the hour
I forced my hand to choke when you’re around
To girdle and bestow a broken flower
Yet in the light of new day I attest
That grandeur can be found in simpler things
For at effulgent love’s newfound behest
By synergy, felicity it brings