In love is always my heart by love conquered,
There my soul long renewed,
Summons for her, where dreamers born,
Stars worn, where night descends to meet
Her eyes a spell cast lovers wise
A trance of beauty’s heavy sleep,
As ancient Babylon ordains love to reign it’s course,
Where a poet stood, with eyes brimmed in tears
Moved by the brooding passions of his work.
Dear lady, where every word on her exceeds,
heavenward where love billows
In noble beauty graced in worth.
Copyright (c) Kevin Brian Wright 2008