ecstatic will

And as I fall into her eyes,
again trapped, shivers upon my spine;
I sing with glee!
And metered pain as from her I am cleaved
(yet, were we ever paired).
That undiscovered beauty rests within her soul,
does shine forth and gives me clues
at what within and in repose does
glimmer and in ecstatic will, pose.
But to her graces I have no route,
nor merit which would endear me.
I lack, I lack, grace is hers and mine is gone.