The Sound of Beauty
What wonder in a woman could this be, Seducing me in passionate enthrall, This unseen unassuming jubilee, ‘Mid sound of crackling hearth and soft rainfall? ‘Tis not the gentle slope of misty eyes, Or sinewed neck exposed when lashes meet ‘Mid muffled cries in firelight reprise That freely find my ardor to entreat, It is the cries; these whimpers and these sighs, Alighting on my aural sensory, ‘Tis I love you in whispering replies, This elegant and graceful melody, Of you, my dear, so deep in love with me, That doth remit the symphony of thee. - Scott Alexander McKenzie