Take my room with an empty hand,
As wild love demands.
Hold me still, a gentle touch.
Enough, as quite and such.
The vastness here of emerald will,
Rings truest as the rolling hill.
And ravished by the arms of blood.
Pretend the art is soot.
Suited to a plagued embrace.
The worry now across your face.
Intend to nor seclude there of.
A gentle soft remark of love.
Made by poison sweet.
Upon to sit within your feet.
And fear is gone my dear.
Listen as a gentle ear.
Near, near, here.
A gentle ear is near.
As wide as earth, as long as dew.
In winter, spring and fall anew.
The breeze it dies as i regret.
Your test, your pace, your love embraced.
Your best, the taste. Endured in haste.