Quornna Stilt

                     My Concuss mind
                              allows you
                     to plunge me deeper
                           into your world
                          might you spare
                                     me
                           from your might
                                   that I
                     am a flower in your hands
                          crush me and let
                            my seeds fall
                           to restore the
                          love that might
                    lack your betterance
                   then as lovers might
                        I humble myself
                   within the graces of
                              romance.
                           Inclined to be
                    might I never denied
                            be perfect in
                           the humbled
                              graces of
                                 Love