Might She Have Loved Me? Just As

Truth Is Within Ourselves.

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

The Candid Incline To Surmise Of Late That The Christian Faith Proves False.

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.