What kind of constellations reign your eyes?
Upon the river, swelling and ascending
brought to me only to mesmerize.
Only sky knows to what arms they’re wending
when the evening gently sways
to the rhythm of my ink.
Only she, what colour is their blink
when they’re viewing a beloved face.

I many times have sought to hinder
this Love, mocked by inspiration’s own relentless pen
and yet it burnt my heart to tinder
brighter, bigger stars arose again.
Unreachable, my Dear! Much like your own ˗
like a swirling wave did recommence
a self-sufficing thought of inconvenience
of which eager flame I feed alone.

And if I was meant to love you so
swathed in a desire never-kissed
with a song to touch your lips, at least!
My rhymes shall wear your sign; Only I know
Only I, my Dear, how beautifully
they bloom from deep within my chest. Oh, how alive!
And all the mighty life is given back to me
every time I watch them thrive.