To Thee One Always Love Poem by Samuel Francis Leumas

It takes two to love
For love connects heart,
like a rail-way accross cities,
a passionate mutuality.
Like a letter thus i wrote:

Her thought is my bed of spices
and her smiles is the bed-rock of my happiness,
With you on earth I can deny angelship.
Nothing can be compare to thee.
My love-sublime thou art my sweetest wine
Pure orion thy spark-gleamed across my sky.

Your portrait hand on the wall of my heart,
i smile incessantly thinking of thee beyond angels.
How saintly are thy eye?
FOR Princely gift is thy heart.
Thy wall is nebulous embers,
that kept me without thy heart of love.
Yet bountiful and beautiful is thy grace.

I will never compare thee to my blues;
like blue-bells and sapphires,
even in my peacock blue i'm lowly and meek.

Oh! Flower in the port of placation,
Your sparked are humungous to shadow my reflection.
For it'll be an honour to be a slave at thy post,
to behold thy face makes every morning fabulous.

Now to thee one i always Love: