Should fair restrain and doubting thrust
Ignoble thoughts among the caged?
And whilst my mind alights with thou
Erotic trouble is upstaged.
Should hearts desire athwarted roam
Amidst a rising panicked breast?
What will thy fevered brow reveal?
To whit, a mind without arrest.
For love's sweet effigy alarms
E'en the most illustrious part
Of contemplative homilies.
Hurt and sorrow, deep impart.
See the darkness, rising passion
Hear the breathing, most emphatic.
Hear the wind, and feel it's pow'r
Cry out with joy, most ecstatic.
Fate it was that brought this charge,
Weaving in it's sensual charm,
And as our conjoined minds awake;
Bring on pleasure, avert harm.
LT