Softly spoken words float off on a gentle breath-
it doesn't matter what they are.
They are what you are, and what you are is
Thrilling.
Marvelous.
Beautiful.
My enraptured soul longs to envelop you.
It will take nothing less than all of you
drunk in deep draughts or buoyed up by your oceans.
And never, never sated.
The clearest expanses of sky could not contain us.
There is no limit to what Love can dream
when she has cleaved herself to Youth.
Fleeting,
Ephemeral,
Bittersweet Youth.
Whose passion is so all-consuming
that even he is not safe from it
and is soon swallowed up
by the sea.
To grow old, to die
All has more sweetness with you.
