Such radiance your eyes endow
that though my sense seems plain,
so evenly dispersed, your magnifying
poles, your wide and tender soul,
trims 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, 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.