Turrets of green melted in gold,
Caramels to dazzle, thence no finer
Than simple beauties stretched threefold;
Poetic harmonies strung to a minor.
Pendulum dreams that swing to and fro,
Ringing chimes that sound of enamoured things
Only God alone would know,
(Lest forgotten from our imaginings.)
Vermillion lips that, however graced,
Cannot hide that deviant smile,
Jasmine scents so mildly laced
To a presence made worthwhile.