Here I am left with each languid moment in times of idle measure
My poet's dream travels through the memory of my new found treasure
Her joys are sweet, as my unconscious lustre grows
In her golden hair solar elegance glows
Over her form, enamoured I suspend my heart
Passion mocks my empty untamed tremulous start
On those polished lips the mark of diminished dyes
A cerulean casement where Love's lies in her eyes
Peach colored roses brush upon my burning face
Where I drift dreamily to sights, within her angelic grace
My imaginations quest of her ambrosia’s sweetness
She melts my soul with her peach colored rose fragrance