Giovane donna

Beloved

To my wonderful little wife

A beamlight gathers you
like a rose of ivory
on a velvet cushion
illuminate your tender rosiness
from shadows grows thick on my hearth
a wonder to consider
the pure line of your intent face
your small hand, delicate
as a petal of flower
and it's sweet to think when you do smile.
You shake up the darkness of this bedroom
from which bottom the morning slowly grows
I see you again free into the sunlight
and hearthbeat overflows...
My everlasting love, I would
that within me it could be left
forever burning
the longing of your silken skin