Poeta Vocem

Heaven's Lost Lore

Of all I know of this world I am in,

I still know so little and search for more.

She is, as I am, by the same token.

Her mind and thoughts are of Heaven's lost lore.

Eyes of hazel burned gold, laced of amber,

Hair silken soft and of auburn fire,

Skin smooth glistening as white diamond stars,

Voice as refine as a holy lyre.

Life without she who bears my heart sweetly,

Would not be living of happy recall.

To my aid of weakened heart comes quickly.

I a dog and leash within her soft thrall.

This angelic perfection is of light.

Heaven's lost lore, come aid me this dark night.