Her voice I hear only when I dream
Of a face I have never seen a
Smile stretch across her lips or
Felt her hand squeezing softly
As we walk through a leafy fall

Yet when she speaks I feel that I
Have already lived her days in
All my waking thoughts consumed
With longing for her sweet embrace
Intoxicates me as with pretty limb
She gently holds my heart in thrall

She does not understand that at a
Word from her unseen lips I would
Declare myself her eternal serf-
A vassal to the childhood her
Nascent year shall surely cast away