So full of self
I must exhale
And let the Beauty go.
Goodbye to the rose-colored glasses,
To Perfection gazing from her throne.
Since these Immortal yearnings prove
I turn to Earth
And not to Heaven.
In the solidity of your friendship
I find solace,
Unexpected by my suspect Nature
Through years on years of bone-deep disappointments,
Has hardened into ice.
But this, the fire of your hand ‘gainst mine
Is melting all of my resistance down
As, ever gentle,
Quickening my soul
You lead me to a second Paradise
Where all the world’s windows
Are flung wide,
And every breath you take
Is like a little breeze