My sweetened temper
Was all due to a little adviser
Some light form, so divine
Instead of giving me wine,
Bid me to be the clandestine
On that same night which seemed darker!
My choice, so daintier,
Was guided by a little singer,
Invisible, in my head, it rocked
The blessed words which I made into my own
So that today I am still alive like the dancer,
Like the charmed One, I am not a mere daydreamer!
Worthy Angelic Power, Sheer Beauty, My Protector,
Guide me for ever, in the dark alleys of this deepwater!
Written on 17 March 2012