Cherub

Clouds mystifying the blue horizon Pebbles rocking on the strand Sea gulls scrutinizing the spectacle... of the forthcoming cherub Hither I stand in this forlorn land Ogling the presence of thine beauty Thou came to me and groped my heart as thine words taste better than red wine as thine breath smells better than roses I gaped wondrous to the allurement of thine heart Forsooth, I alack not knowing thou from before But even if we lived for a centurial I will not tire of thine smile I will subsist next to thou… until the gods annex my soul