A moment in gifted fantasy,

In me, those enduring promises play,

A different game when lips no longer own,

The feelings of charms we merit on the way,

Change by every minute the process lingers on.

When the tide of our lips have gladly fashion,

And our eyes gazed fondly without delay,

Into the wily depths of bewildered passion,

Dreams are held by arms and sinews sway.

Together, we live the moments in gifted fantasy,

With the fleet taste of adored sweetness,

Ascent perfume the fading air with mystery,

As the lovelier moments gain a fuller bliss.

Then let the fire of passion die at will,

And do not disturb until the heart entrap

The hungry passion in heaven and hell,

Entwined with tears and fears inhabit.

Around the ruin mind, came the shadows

To gaze vehemently upon beauty,

And death too would have flown its arrows,

Had a child been born from immorality?