'lest we beat our heart
with thoughts so vile,
Thou lips are a work of art
Cursed and blessed to stare at thee
in thou, peace we found,
thy nature leaves thoughts in glee
Thus we beat our hearts by six, by four, by two
till thy thought realises,
Beauty is rare,yet yours is true
With eyes so Mystic
''lest we avoid enchantment,
For thy sparkle's magic
'lest we beat our hearts
On thoughts perverse
and play our part.
©jackhart
J