Ennoblements of decorous Euphony

The elan is draped with sparking flowers

Hanging in the fine court

I hear the maudlin sparrow composing in the laurels

So belated is this fine latter day of spring

Why has winter abandoned such decorum?

The wistful gazes that teach only utter silence?

Behold Curva ceous; the grand maiden of radiance

She is lush like green valley and tulip harvests

Shall she blow in a zephyr for you to seize the stillness

In your passing you are never bereaving

Thoroughly charming me so

In your luxurious lap I quell with leaping fancy

And I faint fondly in a spell

With the finest regale

The most beatific sounds are embellished

Fine feast, firmament and lore of playing violins

So palatable to even to my sole

Am I decreed to respond to all reverence

As you above any preference

I read to you under the vine taught

With verses inspirited in saphic deities

Mused by the seraph’s lute and his matchless melodies

After a setting sun

I shall ravish you with lavishness

In the berth of your white linen and skin

Oh my poetess;

Oh my divine;

Alluring is your earthly shrine

How has such all your creativity;

Always knows such great repose?

May I linger and mingle gently

Like a lonesome fallen leaf

drifting in the still course of a lake

May I meet with you in the furthest tine hillside

Paired in the perfection that radiates the sky

Oh; if light could spare the night anight

And this eve of impassioned thirst be undefined

I am standing affront the greatest law

Wondrous it is

With steaming awe

Does it not capture your wreathing mind?

Undefined by what is time