That curious she, lithe and in peace. Wielder of favor -- her influence one with the power of fitful beauty. She's afore me now. And through her will bound in supposition, enchanting on wings of fortnight fancy. While intensely convulsive during her paternal rituals; I, the target of her amorous charge, am infected. With her shadowy gaze she states: Dispense with your grace dear, for sweet speed owns this union. Tomorrow, as yesterday, brings new light and love. Stay regret, however, and stay passion. Brevity and honesty will the heart to a calm repose.