O love divine, I must resign,
This maligned mind of ill-design,
Speech unrefined, muddled by wine,
Uncouth, unkind, these enwrapped vines,
Of piercing tines, that writhes and binds.
Let head decline, and heart incline,
Leave thought behind, let love unwind,
Pumped and primed, let th’ engine grind,
With heat confined, with blood benign,
By thee refined, this bosom’s shrine.
Fore’er assigned, fore’er aligned,
Fore’er thine, this passion of mine.
G. E. Hernandez