~Glimmer~

Thou knowest how much,
I yet long for thee.

Pray free thy thoughts,
dost thou yearn for me?

Blessed or cursed,
love must bloom, or die.

Forthwith heartfelt answer,
so then will I.

My dreams of thee,
ever make me sing.

Our love renewed,
true joy would bring.

Thy beauty is yet,
this spreading rose.

Whose silken petals,
my soul enclose.

Relight thy candle,
'twas deepest passion.

Must past loves flame,
remain but ashen?

I dream, I hope,
I await thy choice.

'tis thy sweet lips,
'twill give love voice!