Her

Howling hails littered life with lost hearts

The warmth of words gave leave to all doubts

Yet stood smiling, the haunted paragon

Has naught to fall but naught to be stepped on

Of the soft brink at verdant dawn

A heart of right and red with calm

As the life-sweet, swoon eyes-sublime

Never or ever could they be mine?

Flutters of starlight poised with passion

Seven sprung steps, gifted love's fashion

The beauty of hers pales all even yet

A dance waltzed o'er the night we met.