In Thy Praise

Lost in thy welled up eyes,
Lies such heaven of freshening glows
A secret kept so willfully secured,
Veiled in turn by subtle prose...

In praise of thy amber hair,
Art which like vibrant curls
Obscuring thy simplistic thoughts,
In turn which fall like humid pearls

Portraying perfectly,
Sweetness of thy voice
Conveying tis rich,
Lively fairness in choice

Hadst thou lived,
When I were passionately near,
In that age of pure chivalry,
No such pain would thee bear

Hadst thou been,
Lingering sun full of grace
In thy sky I would sing,
Harmoniously in thy praise

Whenever wouldst I see,
Glistening tears in thy eyes
Fate shall bring me,
Close thee to apprise...

No matter how bitter may seem,
Tenebrous trails of smoke filling in
The grim distressing wails,
Of that weeping wind pitching in

Thou shouldst fervently follow,
The sweet direction of the west
Wherein upon setting One shall,
Delight thee with soothing rest...

As I shalt slowly take over the task
Alleviating thou of burdensome tension
Marking my presence; enlightening thee,
Endearingly of our priceless connection

Hadst thou been,
The brilliance of unpruned ice,
Distressingly disturbed,
By existential vice...

Wouldst have I been,
The salubrious wave of winter
Pervading simplisticly;
Kissing thy frozen paradise

Hadst thou been,
An iridescent petal of musk rose
Freshly blown out;
Perturbed, lost in brisk air,

Wouldst have I been,
The balmy zephyrs of summers
Quietly bearing thee,
To lush pastures so fair...

'And what if thee,
If I were to sensibly say
Heartlessly desert my life;
Leaving me stray,

Out on those grimy lanes
At night where dimness lays
Under the caliginous sky,
Where thunderous lightning plays'

Oh dear Daisy,
Thou art just so right
Plausibly innocent,
Intellectually bright...

But tell me once,
Hast thou ever thought,
Of meeting a gallant man,
Thy heart ever sought...

Hast thou ever seen,
A fine diamond with no shine
Or a jovial Christmas,
And no dazzling pine...

Or a soulful solitude,
Yet no blissful silence
Or a mellifluous song,
With no melodic cadence

Honestly assume,
And just once accept
Hast thou ever seen,
a glorious lavender field,
Yet no fragrance windswept
Hast thou ever felt,
While lying out supine,
A falling star shine,
Yet not truly utterly divine

Then how couldst thou,
So prejudicially speak,
Of my love for thee,
Being so feebly weak
When I actually possess,
The raging passion of fire
Which canst consume
An artic landscape so bleak

And whilst tenderly,
I shalt cross thy lips
Gently unfolding,
What lustre is to gold

Such swiftly thy breath,
Shalt melt into mine
Like a cascade of elixir,
Never, never too old

For such colossal miseries
Art just too weak,
To suppress the thoughts
I intend to speak...

With heartfelt desires,
Little degree of content
To reflect my feelings,
Wishing thy consent

For all the days I yearn,
To spend in tender arms
Lying close to thy face,
Admiring splendid charm

To forgive all my doings if any,
And reflect that enlivening look
Thou shalt be my only prayer,
Let me be thy sole hymn book...