No One Knows The Colour Of A

Long Hours Trail In Their Purple And Long Years Are Lost In Just This Moment While Our Souls Are Near, Our Mouths Separate.

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.

I Smiled, I Waited, I Was Circumspect; O Never, Never, Never Write That I Missed Life Or Loving.