Never know I the flutter of your Eyes

As like Jasmine they open to the night

For you, a woman so demure and shy,

Dare only smile at me while sunshine's bright.

The gentle childlike slumber of the pure

Remains the only rest to brush your soul:

The sated slumber most lovers assure

Stays as elusive as your grace stays whole.

But finding joy in your sweet countenance

The seeker finds, is simple as your breath,

Which ebbs and flows with genial cadence

And ought not touch corruption, sin or death.

The loveliness that's you so touch's my heart,

That memory will serve while we're apart.

(A/N: A sonnet written for Creative writing. Dedicated to an ideal.)