Amber

My Beloved Nicholas de Lenfent

Cased within desire,
rythmns of passion and lust,
within its soft loving hyms,
there you will find my beloved violinist,
expressing his gratitude and hate,
sorrow and glee all at the same time.
Oh, his voice, how calm and gentle,
How pleasent his words,
How welcoming is the visage of nobility,
Blessed art thou countenance of regal majesty,
Glimmering with the nights darkest hour,
How the angels praise thee,
as their tones rise and lessen,
in accordance to the instrumental melody,
His hair black as the rage within the seas depth,
yet smooth.
How gently lucid his skin,
that one must be so careful as to not smudge or distroy such frailty,
thou art blessed with peace, my love, only beauty can bestow,
Thou art tranquil, Nicholas, may your fire burn,
How warm his laughter,
his smiles, how becoming,
the virgins all do search thee,
the maidens wish to bath thee,
Thou art fitting of such a thrown.
How his eyes entice the innocent and trap the evil,
like a rare jewel, wanting to be explored,
arousing each time with sweet coversations and love,
My violinst, my beloved, Nicholas de Lenfent.