Shelley
S urely the skies are empty.
H ave your eyes captured the splendor of night?
E ven stars are unparalleled to your shimmering eyes,
L ike the shallow light of the moon, they devour my care and
L ift me as if I were weightless in your
E verlasting love. So immaculate and pure that only
Y ou can love me as much as you do.
