Sonnet of the Moon: Black Lark

Lover, the dearest one, so clandenstine
Your lust playfully flits about my dreams
I've pondered love in faintest moon shine
Thoughts get lost in the ripples of the stream
True love wraps me around and around you
I hold your hand; I have stolen your heart
A rose-fire burns our love that is true
May our bodies entwine from heart to heart
But this body of two, parts in Death's Grove
Fear my love, for Night will tear us apart
Envious dark Night who shall snatch our love
And rip it in two. So gone is our heart
My love, youthful god, so dear and so dark,
Seize life, prince! Seize the morning, my black lark.