One day we will look to high heaven and find joy lacking in our faces,
though love still grasped at our empty breasts
with sighs most sweet and eloquent.
Then I will gather all the angels, playing in their nests
and while they shined in their beauty at their stations
I would set your smile above the rest,
And if your heart neared to fail love's sacred test,
I would bestride nature's garden and place her flower beneath your dress.
I would kiss your brow when you grew unwholesome
And place my shadow over your breasts,
While I traced gentle breaths,
lips seated at the nape of your neck,
drowned in heaven's scent.
In my thoughts I turned the reflecting eye of truth to the dark corners of my heart,
And there, in the midst of those most filled with terror,
Arose the sound of a subtle voice soothing to my tremors,
That's how I knew:
My heart was made and shaped in the soul of you!