If you would smile it’d be much like The Morn,
eager to cast it’s lot of Heaven’s Dew,
on the breath of flowers Dawn cast anew,
the heady swill of lavender so borne,
has licked the wick of imagination,
so tender I must be in your hands Love,
what grace abides you like the stars above,
if I’m yours then you must be my Nation.
Would you know me as deeply as all trust?
My Promise and my Triumph lie on you,
of everything, you are everything true,
Because you are The One only I must,
immortalize thy frame in wicked verse,
and offer this psalm to the firmament,
you’re name, a wish cast in Dream’s Parliament,
burning forever in memory’s curse.