• Do you dream me so even an icicle dance
    Hand in hand woven tapestry I glance

    Furtive motives bred in majesty
    This touch a penultimate necessity

    Dripping down the up faucet by twilit brow
    No pondering of why or how

    Revel in the festive march made live
    Take the plunge and commence your dive

    My stream of passion is entered your mead
    I am the sparkle in your wrist bead

    For all time this jewelery clashes elegant
    This attachment a forever, never more definite

    My heart is the ruby atop your gilded crown
    Not thinking of more so don't put me down

    Circlet of beauty your face stamped in whole
    Pardon my duty, you've captured my soul

    Wearing my feelings, an evening broach
    Don't be ashamed to hasten your approach