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 valleys and tulip harvests

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

In your passing you are never bereaving

Ceaselessly charming me so

In your luxurious lap I quell with leaping caprice

And I blear fondly in a spell

With the finest regale and delight

The most beatific sounds are embellished in you

Fine feast, firmament and lore of playing violins;

So palatable to even to my wandering soul

Am I decreed to respond to all reverence

As you above any worldly preference

I read to you under the taught vine

With verses inspirited with Sapphic deities

Mused by the seraph’s lute and his matchless melodies

After a setting sun

I shall enchant you with lavishness

In your berth I shall blend you

Oh my poetess;

Oh my divine;

Alluring is your earthly shrine

How has such all your creativity;

Always knowing such great repose?

May I linger and mingle gently

Like a lonesome fallen leaf

drifting in the stillest course of a lake

May I suit with you in the furthest tine hillside

Paired in the perfection that illuminates 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?

In the ennoblement I cherish

Of the splendid and decorous euphony

I hear as much affection in the depth of your sky