Karren

O Karren, fairest flower of the dawn,
Thy beauty wakes when night is gone.
The morning bows before thy grace,
And sunlight lingers on thy face.

Thy voice, a silken stream of air,
Unwinds my soul from every care;
Each word thou speak’st, each breath, each sigh,
Turns mortal hours to ecstasy.

When near thee, time itself stands still—
My heart obeys thine every will.
Thy glance ignites the trembling flame
That burns and whispers but thy name.

Were I a poet born of old,
With quill of fire and heart of gold,
I’d spend my days, my nights, my art,
To paint the heaven within thy heart.

O Karren, love so rare, divine,
No sweeter fate than calling thee mine;
For though this world shall fade away,
My soul shall love thee — come what may.