First Jewels, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

First JewelsLes Premiers Bijoux, William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1891)

First Jewels

On the wings of a downy summer wind
A vision of heaven stood before me
Feeling as if to a tree I was pinned
Wondering if this could really be

If be with body put thy hand in mine
Her velvety softness now I did feel
She spoke to me in a voice so benign
Her mission was my empty heart to steal

Moving close to her my breath couldn’t expel
Her lips start in my heart a raging fire
‘Cause of her beauty I am under a spell
Now filled with uncontrollable desire

Without wealth what gift can I give to thee
I give my heart and the fruit of the cheery tree