Who I Miss

O, fairest thee, Thy raven flares like the night Dove shines like the day Fell down thy back, slumbers on a cloud, Thou may the ocean above fall as thy skin, gleaming like a morning shine. That only I might know, and in your thine arms, find solitude thus beyond compare. A mystic charm, that's hard to bear, Drawn into your beauty like a moth into ablaze. To bask in thee and, O fairest one, In thy dark loveliness, I find my peace, A morbid solace, my heart may rest, For you, I am free, To love and live in your arms of faith.