The gift of sight
I see you forever gentle,
With matters of my loving you.
Could you hurt what heals you?
No more than I.
In the glory of morning breath,
My eyes have lived in heaven.
What more the gift of paradise,
That continually blesses me.
In damnation I shall lose,
The views of rich and pure light.
Watching from the gates of hades,
Would kill my will.
I therefore pray for forgiveness,
For I’ve continually coveted you.
The textures and the wholesomeness,
Of everything I see in you.