Who is kept warm by that heart of yours?
Your skin with softness smoothes.
That hair a golden shade of sunlight,
dyed by with the dew of early heaven.

Who feels the relief of your taken breath?
The rise and fall of that your chest,
brings precious peace into my heart.
If you should stop then I would suffocate.

Is it yours, that most milky neck?
Each groove in which my heart does ache,
With its slenderness supports the intellect.
In each turn and twist my will does break.

Am I to be graced by your gaze just once?
Even the most shimmering of emeralds,
Is pale and glows not and sparkles not.
For they draw their beauty from your eyes.

Is it my name on your lips?
Is it my love in that heart?

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