in light of my affection, i offer you this praise
you impart white light to the sullen, most bleakest of days:
hear the night wind roar in a modest summer night,
you give my fragile heart a sweet, sound sight.
you churn my liquid courage into something to behold,
make me fall at your feet as your gravest desires unfold,
you teach me the ways of the sun and stars,
your arms around my waist, your eyes searching skies afar.
restore my lost faith, love;
what do i have to lose?
but be gentle in your endeavours-
i have only you to lose.
YOU ARE READING
RECTIS CORDE LAETITIA
Poetrythe moon mirrors the pallor on my face and i sit here retching songs into stone for you
