Does this heart reddened with love, that swells unfathomably, sink to thee?

What ever was, ever will be, will always be surrounded by blackened space.

What of the lily, glistening with morning dew, filling an eye vastly as you?

Vacuous nights color, immeasurably vaster than all that ever was within it.

Yet, can it dim ruby red lips desire, undo it's flame of love's fire, ever?

To each there's but a parley with Cosmos' black, a short stint, just that.