Lady, it is not me
Who keeps vivid
My partiality.

I envy the dark half
That covers your skin,
The shadow
That shapes
Your delicate form.

Have I seen you lately
Gliding passively
Around my dream
Or is it just
Another occurrence
To come by and let me
Cherish away eternity?

Calm my heart
And let my eyes
***** upon your mane.