Bliss, o joy, perfect happiness, and pleasures delightful
Lustful, loving, oblivion
Surreptitious? Is it wise, or stupendous? Is it our demise, or our
Bide a little time to your thoughts, before they grow to cold
Listen to your heart, inside and out
Is that the sound, of reason knocking on your door? What for, does
Sleeplessness come, in the night, or restlessness, by the first rays of daylight?
Should you be thinking, of something other than this, this perfect happiness, and joy divine; Who is that knocking, on your door so late?
Be heard, speak up
Loud is the whisper, of desire in my ear, of want in my chest, dragging in each breath
If you've something to say, by goodness, say it, already, but don't make me wait, for I hate, that, I hate with no
Shame at all, to say.
Say, speak your piece, I've got places to be, pleasures to find. Don't hold me up, don't be so unusual.