To the Unseen Beauty Still Beloved

Though I've yet to gaze on your unseen face, or hear the sound of your imagined voice, a tryst with you is what I most embrace, tho' circumstance leaves us without much choice. But ne'er discouraged, I form an image (of you)—a sparkling vision of snow-white and gold: you're etched in resplendent carriage, and luminous, blonde halo that's sun-bright. Moved and overjoyed by the thought of you, I'd circumnavigate both space and time to have you in my orbit and my view: no greater love's for you but in my rhyme! Therefore, beloved, we'll tarry just in this, that soon we'll realize our united bliss.