How come you came to be about, my love,
a soul, that kind of lightly kindles light;
offers room and board, a lighthouse with alcove;
your candle´s compass guides me with its might.

As bees return with honey to there queen,
harbours labour for an arbour still forlorn,
my shadows shape your light into a scene;
sweet kisses guard our gardens, not yet born.

Although adjourned, the arbour lingers nigh,
cascades our yearn as angles in your eyes;
prismatic angels, tangle us a quiss.

To magnify what life has tuned precise
to see, a universe, within your eyes;
a bliss, to tend a garden that we miss.