An ode

My sweetest tyrrant,

mind and soul, oh, so bright,

a heart true gallant.

Life's rugged lanes,

by sight traversing,

collided in astral waves.

My deepest craving,

in deed and spiel consistent,

dreams realized sans framing.

Though vileheart thou consider,

fate lucidly proclaimed

red thread on pinky finger.

My dearest pleasure,

essential your existance,

harbouring insuperable pleasure.

So dubious this being -

stigmata on celestial dome -

you bear the light of seeing.

My peerless lover,

I plea to rest assured

to neverending hunger.

Albeit struggles foreshadowed,

regard anguish halved

and fortune redoubled.

To P.A.Devant, mon Baron.