A Poem

This is probably the best poem I've ever written in a traditional form.

Ode to 'Her'

My eyes have been and looked upon
A face of hate and evil none
And in her eyes a light doth shine
To tempt so no pure man decline

Where once the secrets of thy flesh
Were kept entwined in nature fresh
This maiden works well to evoke
Her own felt truths made to revoke.

The teardrops still there by the fire
Flee to the air from heats desire
While Th'amber of her saintly skin
Shall easily tempt thee to sin

But light in the absence of eyes
Reflects not but darkness disguise
And beauty in absence of light
Could satisfy no man's delight

For light of beauty, beauty true
Establish thirst for feelings new
As knowledge spurred the subtil snake
To tempt the maiden to the gate

And fling it open to escape
from eden that the mind doth drape
And first this seemed to discern all
But thoughts of this ungodly fall

But now as plain is plain to see
This 'fall' was clearly meant to be
For now we know much more than then
Tho paradise is not Land of men

So on we live and on we learn
And wait until our heav'nly turn
When light of beauty fills our eyes
And we shall know true paradise

For paradise among this world
Is finding love in boy and girl
so with my lover I shall stay
Here in my heav'n here on this day.