Meine Liebe

If it had not been by your presence
lo, the gallows would hath called me
with a compulsion compared only by divine magnitude.
Such youthful bliss
Shining new light onto once known.
In foreign tongue you speak
in foreign ways you portray
but the anchor of knowledge bounds both our mind together.
Gentleness, even more. No words seem to do it justice
to the goddess to which I hath laid eyes upon.
The soothing sounds of her mother tongue lull me to joy, to contentedness,
to peace.
Many say roughness and harshness curse her phonetics
but damned are they.
A slight piety falls upon them for not being able to appreciate this.
But only slight, indeed.
Hair like the finest of silk, the deepest hues of brown.
You jest sometimes of having grey streaks
it need not matter.
My passion would still burn like fires of a burning bush.
Eyes deep and large.
When we lock in contact I feel my soul transcend through heaven
like fortunate Dante once did.
But lo, not even the divine beauty of The Empyrean compares
with her infinite gaze.



Soft, tender, a quilts embrace in a single stare.
Your accent makes my ears erupt erogenously every time
the blessing of your voice is embraced upon me.
A laugh, so innocent, playful, but contained.
It resonates my very being whenever luck hath been with me to hear it
To tears this beauty brings me.
Perfection. Perfection. Perfection.
Please let the stars be in my favor. Please, oh God all high.
Let me not have eternal punishment of losing your angel to the void of life
Of all things, take from me whatever you please, but let me keep
the sight and sounds of her forever in my unworthy soul.