How can this one narrate the story or hope to interpret
that which is the universal experience of everyone
who, all habitual pastimes at least temporarily forget
when enflamed by love for Beauty in an other one -
inspired by feelings pigmented in hues infrared to ultraviolet,
we see the separated rays of light from one golden sun.

Let the curtain open, allowing the story to tell its own stirring tale
of romance, pursuit and courtship, fulfillment, and love’s travail.

Love takes flame when in one’s fabric friction ignites a crossed thread
and burns a hole that nothing previously known can ever fill –
the cool drinks on hand cannot relieve the overheated head
wherein a one-sided conversation begins with words that mill,
grinding the developed intellect into a flour for life-giving bread
that can feed the heart that is longing to be absolutely still.

Passion ignites impetuosity in longing hearts in young love’s adolescence
and nothing will assuage this thirst but the wine of the beloved’s presence.

But we have fastened our attention on the shadow of a shadow
that caught our eye when some reflection was projected
of a goddess, or a god, within, which we bow to, but do not know;
we can only worship what we see before our eyes – until corrected,
our vision is distorted, and to that magnetic moving thing, eyes go.
Yet that vision of loveliness one day will be perfected.

The Beloved first appears before the young lover’s haunted eyes
in forms of sultry beauty, which is eternal Beauty’s best disguise.