Love Poem for a Girl, For My Patron, Stefan

"If music be the food of love... Wait a minute, now—to the ears of a chef, this sounds off like hot air, a fanciful spark, but nothing of substance. Even a full course meal will find us full of a love more true, says I—but love comes in degrees of profound warmth, as riising heat, and the kisses I would give you could scarce be counted with the thermometer's height, the love I would make with you, my girl, would lick from low to high, higher, higher still, rising like the frightful flaming spire of heaven that out-flourished Pharoah im the old Exodus—no to see the rising heat of my love for you, girl, look im the morning to the East, stare straight up like the clock "s hands come moon, see it sail off, as I hold you close in my arms, to make hot as it rises on farther lands in the time of twilight, and come with me as it rises for you, im me, as we form stars like nebulas im our sweltering night. And every day will the sun of my love burn and light the way for you to your home im my warm embrace,