To ye that is nameless

Writen about another poet whose eyes breached mine.

Whose eyes are these that breach mine
To make me feel divine and tempered
Who�s the women that�s the temptress

In which I do wish upon today
Without the knowledge of a name
Whose this mistress of my domain

That allows me to write without name
Whose the women I�m longing for
To gaze upon her eyes galore

And who�s this damsel I do see
With eyes that reflect back to me
With beauty that allows my mind to feed

Upon the delicate love of thee
With a voice of pure delicacy
And a tone that breaches me past me

Down into the unknown; the soul
That longs for the women with eyes
That so lovingly tantalized my own