Life's Blood

To you I give many an embrace, your brow would not lack for kisses, and your spirit I would uplifted, for, by my troth, you are a most high woman.

My heart has been cut by your beauty, and this is the blood of my feelings.

It streams from eyes, from tongue, from my very pours, I cannot contain it, staunch, nor stall it.

I fear I will die of it, unless we find union, and this blood I may share, else I spill empty of all mortal air.