It is in the way of things
for your eyes to hold the stars of Van Gogh
and, behind the double-gate so elegant,
for an Aladdin's cave to hold treasures, 
more than treasures.
You'd be forgiven for thinking
my eyesight would grow dim
before these reflections in those elegant eyes
strike me dumb and exult my soul.
And is my step to grow feeble and need sticks to help 
before my attempt on the high cave is made?
It is in the way of things for me to tell you plainly
I have looked into your elegant eyes 
and been struck dumb. I have passed the gates
and found your pristine temple, cool and fragrant.
Feeling my life perfected, feeling at home, 
but trembling-
I humbly petition to stay.