I saw you first as in a fever dream

Or as a daring wish upon a star,

Love’s final petal plucked in playful scheme;

With hope on hope—a quest no bane could bar.

No grander vision ever graced my sight

Than your dear essence folded in my arms

For cheek to cheek and heart to heart held tight,

You seemed an angel cast in mortal form.

So human passion leapt and took to wings

And gave a vantage of unbridled awe—

Celestial choirs from paradise to sing

Dear fervent blessings from the lips of God.

If this conceit stems from febricity…

May this affliction never cease to be.