the plague of desire

The lady of dreams is in my thoughts every moment of time. The infection of hope has hastened to spread through the four corners of my heart. How then do I break forth from this iron grasp of desire? Why does she have to be of such beauty? Why of such grace and of such elegance? Not a day passes without her hounding my inner soul. She moves the heavens with her dance of life. Quartis! She brings the world to their feet. To be in her presence is a great honour. How much more honourable then to be by her side each night and morning? To see her smile of joy and to hear her laughter of song. Her beauty never ceases to astound the world. Like blue sapphire she gleams in the moonlight, stunning in all ways. Her existence casts all other ladies aside into darkness for she is the most beautiful of all. I lose all essence of thinking and of speech when I see her. My heart beats ever so strongly, like it would come out if I did not try to bring my state to a calm. Silent words of my feelings pour out from my heart to her, but never in sound.