Love Shall Rule

Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence?
Infrequent tho', as sweet aromas roam
Intoxicating even doubter's sense;
Yet lingers still, equating 'bout an itch
Till pounded by her crowding please of eyes;
Aware that grace, in beauty's grace may switch;
And swells of mindless bliss reveal: it dies.
But dreary blinds and lovelessness is death:
A dormant tease with none, left begging more
No, what may loose shall note my counting breath!
The lessee on my neck is there, therefore:

Retitled sovereign! Governing this lease
Till by herself dethrones, or life to cease.