The Shrewdness Of My Desires

What says you

To the reflection of the stars,

And that of your own affections

That blooms in the spring

And of your bosom

For there lies your heart

A jewel that I wish to claim for my own

For you see

I am a man that drowns

In the fancy estate of ones company,

And your company is far more pleasant

Than that of a queens.

Should I be cased out of heaven

For the shrewdness of my desires

May my everlasting curse

Be one where I lie within your arms;

Even if I may lie in the pits of hell.

I would hold myself as a sacrifice unto god;

If there were an angel

That could match your radiance.

But, I know there is not,

For if god created another creature

As beautiful as you

It would be a sin.

And the father himself would be guilty

Of lusting after your own image.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~