The night caressingly spills, unabated,
Across the chill, unprepossessing light
Of hearts laid bare and, in your shadows, waited
The warmth of love where hitherto delight
Had been but passing solace 'gainst the blight
And forfeit of cold solitude's rough hold
Upon an empty soul in dismal plight,
For from your love comes life, with joys untold.

In soft and sultry whispers sublimated
By silken fantasy set into flight,
Your voice within my heart reverberated,
Dark blossom on a field of snowy white
With shadow'd eyes and all-revealing sight,
Oh, Darken'd Angel, ne'er, I beg, withhold
Your love, but leave my soul fore'er alight,
For from your love comes life, with joys untold.

Petals trapped in sorrow, yet not Fated
To bear the winds of winter, but ignite
With luminescent brilliance, obfuscated
Only by the unconsoling spite
Of those who to your love once held a right...
In your eyes I find myself made bold,
My meager soul soaring to your height,
For from your love comes life, with joys untold.

Bound to you each dawn, each dusk, each night,
Each season richens, yet it grows not old,
But in resplendent panoply holds tight,
For from your love comes life, with joys untold.



Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 448 AF.