VII

The sweetest song, whene'er your lips do part
To serenade with all your gentle song,
Hath struck me as the softest dart,
A siren's call that never leadeth wrong.

Words floating quietly to eager ears,
Mine eyes shut tight to catch each graceful drop.
These whispered lullabies soothe all my fears,
And I can only pray you never stop.

This eloquence from my belov'd, the rock
Upon which I could place my life entire,
Is but one part of him to which I flock,
Encompassing the whole of my desire.

All doubts are vanquished with but just a word,
So saccharine as few have ever heard.