Elysium Poem by Hannington Mumo

Your unforeseeable shape I wish to behold
And with certainty grow stronger and bold,
And feel the rounding contours of you girth...
I can't wait to see such a one of favored birth.

My ears itch to hear those charming bells
Sweetly ring to usher in that endless bliss,
To feel that preserved music and its themes
Revive stalled dreams with your Midas kiss.

Scintillating cantatas have those hidden days
That eschew a clinical eye's unnerring sways.
They got a tinge of toothsome tang those whiles,
For argent virtue does depict their lucent styles.

Many phantom joys hold those times un-lived.
Exquisite pleasure their unknowable sight blurs,
With budded roses' and marjorams' best scents
And the nod of celestial heights' grandest stars.

What a remarkable nirvana must those idyllic days be,
To completely love and to forever be fully loved by me?