Got It Mad For You

And do those slow dusking skies Have roses red enough for you? And those bright pearls in the highs Are they as numberless, for you? Does ancient Sun to his beloved West Speak of far, nameless things for you? Or when his kin keep vigil are they blessed By your smile, as they burn for you? And the North Wind, long as she pours Her wine through evening boughs for you Her breath that 'cross wild flowers soars Yet her fragrances slow for you And the spiralling wave whose breast Swells with heroic boasts for you That plumed knight undone; his glad crest Surrendered to the rocks for you And my wondering just wants to know Do these words bear any meaning for you? I ask on behalf of my heart that grows Deeper and ever with love for you