Classic Poem

When you sit there the shadows come and go
In merry gambol 'round your shining face,
And press their purpled shades about the glow
Of crimson on your cheeks. In happy grace
They kiss your lips as night enfolds the skies,
And peacefully they come and softly dwell
Deep in the caverns of your darkling eyes,
Casting the witchery of their magic spell
O then, I know God made my hungry heart
For you to rule by word or glance or smile
'Tis all of earth and heaven's better part
To live within the thrall your lips beguile.
Nor need I gaze at stars for in your eyes
There gleams the starlight of a thousand skies.