Oh my dear sweet lover! All eye am I.
Your light fills me like fine sherry
that perfects the bold crystal of a glass.
Oh, I am drunk with you! I see visions.
I hear voices. I touch the body of true dream.
I sense the perfume of night’s bloom.
But my dear sweet love, I fear
we know not what the morrow brings,
save dawn that greets us with its ruddy joy,
save our waking with a kiss.
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012