In Beauties Pose

Not forth with and forthwith thou art
Then thee and thy own, be torn apart
Note that I’ll be but a humble muse
Alas I will be a beacon, beneath the hue

Merely be thy thoughts of you
Be it beneficial, to give thy hand to you
Twice perplexed as the daylight beside the sea
Thine own heart hath beat for thee

To honour thy own words in empathy
Then to glisten in the light, which I see in thee
Lost in your eyes, I can see my paradise
As I am honoured but never surprised

To be with thee, in noble plea
Beside the stream in sympathy
Twain be thy candle, in beauties pose
Then thine be enchantment, beside my rose

Be it thy breath, then by the warmth of my skin
There be thy heart that beats within
By thine own light and my legacy of kin

In twilight weep in gentle tears
To warm thy cockles and shed my fears