The moon upon your lips, The stars within your eyes –

The night’s breeze flowing in your hair –

My world in your eclipse, ever tantalized

My heart – designed upon your snare.

Had I gold in measure, Aurellian shimmer,

And silver, jewels, or yet more;

Had I endless treasure, it be all the dimmer,

Against your every deep allure!

Though strained within surrep titiously hollow lies

Sense then beyond me slip, my heart then shall capsize.

To stave my heart from sure despair,

Ne’er then gaining cessure, rather left to tremor –

I surrender leisure – grace me then your glimmer.

Want of you I’ll ne’er endure.