Shadows fell apart before my very eyes
as I consumed your presence before me.
The titter tatter of raindrops . . . .
seemed like sounds from fairyland
a mystical rhapsody. . . .
Alas, I allowed my soul to be swept by this infatuation
to the teacher that once guided my words to her heart
as I knelt before thee ... my fair lady
be it as thy servant or they slave
take me as you desire ...
for truly ... I am but a speckle in your glorious moment
where I would rather not exist than to exist without thee