To My Dearest Husband .
Oh ! the light in my Africa ,
Oh! The Columbus in my America ,
Oh! The Caesar in my Egypt ,
You are ,I proclaim ,my grandest gift .
You are the furrow in my azure garden ,
You quench my volcano by metabolic fluid ,
And harrow my defused passions to equilibrium ,
You remake my every wild and solve my sum .
Hello my Arabian hoarse
!
Hello my gallant Atlas !
Hello my magical musician !
With your hug my hungry night ,
Consumes the warmth of the sun ,
And the untraveled land is ridden ,
The heavy wait of desire is lighted ,
And my dumb violin rises into crescendo .
Oh! My treasure Island ,-my husband !
All my effusions and sensual dreams ,
You control ,and roll ,by part by part the whole ,
And you ever remain salve to my pleasure ,
How I how you ! I know not the measure .
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