I have recall,
quiet moments befall
me in a vulnerable state of mind,
in the moments that do remind
my soul to ache with remarkable fire,
the source of which her heart is desire.
In sweet solace,
a marble palace
exists to hold strong eternal
memory in a privacy internal
surely the elegance of her imagination
alive with strength, a sublime emotion.
In certain pleasure
would I only treasure
her grace in manner to compel
me the mystique a delicious spell
overwhelming and surely forgotten
By such that would be left forsaken.
Yet dance a quiet serenade of repose
would I if could sweet privacy expose.