John Frost

My love for her could halt the Earth's rotation
And drain the planet's bluest oceans
And sink the rising noontide sun
Into crepuscular depths of day...
Oh! how I would draw felicity
From her crookedly drawn smiles, every time;
Then rest in the sweet mirth of knowing why:
She is Love as Love is She
One and the same!
For she stirs within this mortal soul;
Conjuring, amorous notions that
Race throughout a happy heart;
Imparting, subtle astringencies
Upon swollen lips, and insensible tongues;
My blissful devotion exhales in jubilant sighs!