To Kara...

Sweet Love...
That slayer of woes
Rejuvenator of the spirit
That emotive choir
Springing strait from the hearts
Of stricken Men and Women
That well fountaining forth
Uncapped once more
To flow freely in crystal streams
Along paths long forgotten
And overgrown with disuse.
Sweet Love...
Carry me not over the edge again
But slip softly through the secret caverns
Of my fortressed heart
In eternal courses stain ye my veins
With thine ambrose wine
Until I sway under thy caress
Continuously intoxicated by her breath
And forever under her spell