My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined...
She will find the flowers soon
Catch them suddenly – pinks –
In a glance, surprised, as she enters...