Bright Luv Poem by Princewill Thompson

Bright luv, if once I were vast as your heart,
Or once were unchanging as your love's art,
Not bound in needless guilt from day to day,
Not jinxed in compelling life march to may.
And as an on-looker watching fair men,
Or as sharpened spears striking as my pen,
Be not for one purpose- solely be felt,
And when left unused as ice does so melt.
But my perfumed art worships at your thigh,
Pillow'd upon your true love's ripening nigh,
So that living through you I never fret,
Never- or else forever sleep in death.