Stretching my arms, I waited.

My white blossomed essence,

Upon you a spell to cast.

There you were, in my bower,

There I was, me, my ardour.

Yet your gaze met not mine,

You passed by, my chassis wine.

Weep I did, bitter tears.

Years went by, seasons rolled,

So did you, from tepid to cold.

Now I’m older, no wiser,

I wait, thirst un-quelled,

More full, more fragrant now,

Enveloped in yearnings,

Every bud ready to burst,

Dousing my longings.

Then there you were, refined claret,

an upward glance you cast,

Flushed, I glow and I blush,

Perfume upon you gush.

Letting go of torments past,

There, I am embraced at last.