Envoy

A hope deferred makes the heart sick

I will keep yearning till I am dying in your embrace

No need to give solace to me

Charm faulted me for having eyes to see

A sight so tangible the blind could see

Through the eyes of ongoers watching thee

Romance enjoys a renaissance in this atmosphere

They all surround the place upon which you are seated

Slaves of lust ache for mercy from their peerless paramour

Followers of love daydream of generosity from such a bellibone

Allure, beauty, elegance, grandeur, and wonder all loyal subjects

To you, the monarch of them all