The gaudiest lines my hand scrawls
when my eyes dart upon
The dark silky falls
Of my handsomest swan

Time and time again
His flesh so smooth and pale
From my heart reaves the pain
And regret removes with soothing gale

His shapely lines so sleek and pure
In stately side profile
Come off as an angelic figure
Which all the beholders does beguile

And basking in the afterglow of mirth
To endearing dreams his serene mien gives birth