AS FLOWERS DO before your soul array in vain you seek for that great golden hive that perfect love for which your soul does strive you’ve cast before you to some distant day that flickers on horizon of delay and never truly does that day arrive so I have come from slumber to revive and I have come to you these words to say: be free of waiting and delay no more she’s standing on the porches of your heart your most beloved, waiting at your door, so open to her, lest she may depart and leave your tardy soul more poor than poor at once your chamber key her impart and lay it open to her evermore for love like this you’ve never known before and that is what the chamber of your heart is for
Ode to a man's Anima.