1. The lightning flashed with feverish heat
Its secrets since hidden knew no defeat

2. Intoxicated though not with wine
But with pure honey he sipped so fine

3. His face shone bright like the sun
Too beautiful for eyes to shun

4. His lids were drunk but his drink
Was nothing but faith without sin's ink

5. The graceful turn of his neck let down
A strand on his eye a loop like a crown

6. Lovesick I grew from his eyelids’ strike
As he glanced again and again alike

7. Dark yet he shook a darker hue
With cheek aflame lit up anew

8. Fruit topped his stature crescent curled
Almost snapped by the hips that twirled