My beloved, with such radiance are your yeys endowed
that if I was but a dust of iron filings, unevenly dispersed
the magnetic poles of your wide and tender looks
would, literally, recreate and raise my humble being.

Though, if you were to twist the tide and turn away
from me, and everything in me that tries to be
just a word, a spot, devoid of love and light
tracing another, that´s what would be left of me.

Still, my love, my trust in you goes far beyond my lens
beyond and above my scope, my bleak and ridgid fence.
In everything that constitutes, your gentle love ignites
my sense, within a sphere of such tender radiance.