I See That Love

I see that loving you brings changes to my youth,
The fires of interior virtues burden our medallions.
Blind-following rips the heart apart, like loathing the doing,
Oh, where is the deed to be done?

I saw that praise ought to be mobile like chariots,
Stealing my magic loved the full panoramic view;
Then because you stationed the blessing,
I did not blow a cushion in your swing.

In this part of the house, a room badged itself,
Windows after windows illuminated the one who
Bore longevity, the one who wore true happiness
And calmness, fulfilling the gates of this ride.