Sonnet for Ten (II)

What could a simple human make of you?
Thine eyes are no more brown than mine eyes grey
And such delicacy in movements made
And shall my heart become to be dismayed?
The words have not yet been written to say
if such carnal fantasies become true.

And shall my name be forgotten in thine
Time's eternal avarice? No more a
lovesick child beckoning a pallid rhyme
To illustrate her heart's desire and may
Such semantics be dreadful to assign!
They hold no purpose; a lover's array;

An attempt for one shining moment seen
Where Solaris is king and Selene queen.