To You

If I a song to you will harp- Such that you I to muse That'd be my chant- So your artery and vein fuse If a word will call To which your heart wake The tongue be drunk till the dusk- To see in your pupil your lush If be will I A fountain to descend I'll mountain you to the summit- Place, where love is no beginning Conceives no end Aims are to the sky Towering through the lands But my love a space to be Endless, you to fill- Even till your lids grace the bed