The world is a feather within your palm
The quill of invention the quote of alarm!
A wild doe-eyed beauty, you hide your spell.
Till written out of hand drawn from the well!
You look in the mirror the fountain of truth
Here written in your wondrous pale youth!
Azure our eyes the blue magnetic skies
Power the word, love, love that never dies.
Love that is a tropic—rushing—storm!
A forest fire! That can only be, our norm.
