from the collection, ma mort et ma vie 

labyrinthine

sempiternal love seems

far-fetched and derivative of dreams;

forced from ingenue tongues

and rhapsodic minds, naive as they can be.

but as of late i've come

to conceive the concept as my own;

erstwhile critical of such,

i shall allow my critique to atone.

emotions ranging and my

zenith is met when i'm with you.

how could i ever feel woebegone

with the panacea now accrued?

somnolent, yet wakeful.

twisting emotions trailing my soul

and your redolent being

sends them fleeing to some atoll.

but in the maze of feelings

there is one omnipotent hyacinth,

and it is a piece of your soul

resting in the center of my labyrinth.