I cup upon my little hand a nest:
The grains of sand love has blessed
So that even small grains that rest
Will dress my arms with love; caressed.
I have a date with love and yes
I'll take the poison from your breath
With gentle blows that kisses press
Against the embarrassment of death not missed.
This heart's love will not digress--
I'm coming, darling, don't feel distressed
Hold your ear and hear my voice profess
Watch these deep-roots of deep love obsess
Upon your lips very gently to express
That you give life like God and kill all the stress.
