On My Love, Anne Essay, Research Paper

On My Love, Anne

Two glasses of glistening wine are your eyes

Turn which my sorrow to a negligible size

Making me peak to bliss and to ecstasy rise

They free my soul and my body nearly dies

Let our hearts reflect what our eyes do

In me yourself you see and I myself in you

Let’s merge together as one be us not of two

Such, there’s no you and I, no who is who

Let our eyes meet and bliss of love peak

Wonder I how they with no language speak ?

Let my hand leap and your hand seek

Let waves of joy in our bodies streak

Let us walk barefooted on a dense grassland

Fingers into fingers, hand in hand

Let me every step glimpse your glitter and charms

Let me hold you tight, you resting in my arms