I wonder which will greet me when I die;
The arch of angels or the scorching pit...

Intricate ruby currents emanate from your pupils
diluted from a pool of spring rosy essences...

If dreaming paths the way to where you are
Then why has none to you, so taken me...

You, you with that humdrum
Come feel my heartdrum...

I fear not death, but death without rebirth;
For how I'll doubly miss the southern spring...

When I return by thought to youthful days;
I sprightly swing upon those swings again...

Of nature's pairing hearts that love renowned
shall I compare the depths of those duets...

Through regular paths I tread,
regularity soothes the ageing beat...

Your single-hood gives time to beauty's waste:
Such charity you will in time donate...

When all my substance needs not breath of air
And eyes devolve into the depths of night...

When better days turn-in to better nights
I dare not dream for seldom they appear...

If love has us entwined, then let be three;
And of our genes we splice, proportion you...