Would That -----

Would that thine eyes, so lustrous clear, deign to look upon me with pleasing glance of kind intent.
Reflecting some sweet and subtle sentiment, perchance, for my company's sake.
From such as these my soul might slake its parch-ed longing for love's nectar sweet, in those limpid pools distilled.
I fain would find my thirst fulfilled, complete.
And deep within them, might I see reflections of thy sweet mystery?

Would that my hand, with trembling touch, stroke full lightly the shining gold of thy lustrous hair.
And find its fingers nesting there, to hold a single lock of that golden fleece.
Far richer than that of ancient Greece which brave Jason did across the earth seek to find, and then possess.
More resplendent is its loveliness and worth.
Would that my hand some sweet benediction might then bestow upon the brow which rests below.

Would that, if my arms should 'clipse thy breast, and feel there thy heart beating, free of deep emotion.
And, sensing in mine a like devotion to sovereignty of thought and deed,
Might they not, from common need, a like communion find?
And might they not then, in like fashion, learn the subtle art of passion's kind?
Might learn the ways that heart's express the joys of love's exquisitness?

Would that I but dare to hope that thy lips might enjoin with mine in passion's ardent kiss?
That twin souls might know such bliss divine as that of which the angels sing.
And like unto the phoenix, wing's a-flame with passion's fire, rise skyward, their lives renewed?
From the dead gray ash of solitude's pyre might they not then soar to some celestial clime,
Beyond the grasp of space and time?