Selena slipped through my window last night,
Her silver essence claddening my bed,
Embracing me in tender beams of white—
Pearlescent fingers stroked my pillowed head.
I lay there moveless, daring not to speak—
How oft I prayed that such a night would come;
In endless reveries such grace to seek,
And now to have her in my arms—alone.
What joyous rapture her sweet smile did bring,
What exaltation in her vaporous form;
Erotic bliss beyond all mortal sin,
Impassioned, pyroclastic joy reborn.
To love a minute, or to love all time—
What matters this for such a love sublime?

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