Were I with cool pleasure to’ve loved you,
you would have seen
with your deep, perceptive eyes,
And with equal coolness noted,
returning no engagement.
I cannot love you
but with a burning passion;
with abandon and desire.
In my breast lies blood and bones
and a heart that beats more quickly
when my eyes drink you.
True, our friendship blooms in common ground.
True, our spirits in a spiral dance, into the heavens rise.
Our feet however, on the soft, wet earth reside.
Our scent is on the wind.
‘Tis passion that engaged your heart.
I will not bow to reason.
I bring you passion’s fire alone
To warm your heart and bed.
Take it, see, it never dies;
Its fuel is in your eyes.
