Union

Thousands of stone hearted beauties have cast their fatal arrows in my heart,
By the intensity of my love and their hearts like brass or lifeless glaciers,
Distant and indifferent as the blazing Constellations.
Dear God, the beauties of the globe are the imperial treasures of my mortality,
Like light giving populations that are like a lantern to my darkened path.
Let me not tread this thorn filled path alone,
But grant me an Aphrodite wearing a golden ring to embrace me,
And marriage to the Empress of beatitude, virtues, and lofty wisdom,
Who is like a shining gem taken out of a secret casket,
To obliterate the darkest eclipses of my suffering heart,
So that my happiness resembles that of a freed dove,
Soaring in felicity amid the boundless sapphire skies.