I want to Speak of Beauty

I want to speak of Beauty,

yet I find myself restrained,

glittering flakes of moonlit snow regardless.

As tales of wonder, high and low,

Burnish our immediate souls,

There lingers in my thoughts a touch of care.

I know not how to utter,

at this tender fall of night,

understandings found in heart and mide of mine.

As truths conflicting coexist,

is this but dreams, beguiling mist,

when spoken doomed to fade or scare away?

Oh my beloved, of dreams heaven sent,

how I've longed for your soul, for this moment.

How all though aeons, through my heart I've not felt,

such sweetness as our union fulfilled.

Say will it be my fortune,

that worries cease to be.

Shall you welcome with endearment my confessions?

Or shall this come to bitter end,

of crooked wishes of a friend,

a juncture of fulfillment of your needs?

Oh please!

my beloved, of dreams heaven sent,

how I've longed for your soul, for this moment.

How all though aeons, through my heart I've not felt,

such sweetness as our union fulfilled.

As the year anew be dawning, may I tell of this to you,

mid crystals white and falling, of the and a crowning jewel,

fore my heart of longing bursts.