to no god shall I pray;
my knees might bend but never break.
I roll the yokes of my eyes, I
cast a glance to hellenize.
limerance seizes my mind
so that though I see, I am blind.
the sun also rises
over the frosty meadow.
upon the leaves of grass
dewdrops nestle their silvery heads.
your blonde curls tantalize me
the flex of your arm is a curse upon the light.
I shut the blinds
to cure my love-plight.
in a year or two
ripples of sun will dance across my cheeks
and my hands shall finally feel
the freedom of the morning dew.
