Whispers of fallen light
shroud your soft complexion
and plain, it must have shown,
my unmistakable affection,
for on catching sight,
of a countenance enraptured,
your attention had been captured—
you queried the sweetest words,
as a summer breeze in late September.
\"How long, my love, whilst thou remember\"
And, to which, I\'ll always say,
\"in perpetuum et unum diem—
forever and one day.\"