With such radiance are your eyes endowed
that though my sense seems plain yet
unevenly dispersed, your magnetic poles
your wide and tender soul trim in focal
turns, my seeing.

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

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