a poem...

oh, girl sweet of mine
the lips and eyes of thine
when i reckon them
-much of you-
all my troubles wane
and cause to cease my ceaseless pain
albeit, beside you i feel numb
though i love you
oh, my...when you are gone
i am madly wishing to
caressing and embracing you
i cant explain though
or ask rodin's thinker thought
that lurking eureka be brought
lo, a certain love on god's breath pronounced eternal
there in his saving sacred journal
on nike's wing, she has lain
hither and thither but to halt never
nay, i cried unto thee
that my lady i may seize
yonder on thy heaven-gate
i'm afraid that after her is too late
nevertheless, i can pursue her he spake
thence, before my life reposes to hade's nauseous grave
oh, my love, beloved by thine's tender care
please, leave a place in thy heart to spare
my deeply longing solomon's soul