- Books, Literature, and Writing
I ask thee to bear thine eyes before me,
Let me see what they may offer.
May mine own truly parallel thee
In the shade of thine iris softer.
Specks of brown and luminous gold
In the faded light untold
Accented, entreated and sumptuously bold
Nothing there that may be cold.
I hearest thine song, O siren mine,
No need for any more silent tears;
Ye may release thine c’oeur in kind,
Those days have pass’d for untold fears.
And I willst promise forever to thee
Mine own heart and soul unscathed,
If ye hast will to return to me
Thine loving spirit willst remain pure and untainted.
‘Tis thine time for untold pleasure
This will be the era for thee,
Though nothing truly lasts forever
Walk with me for the best is yet to be.