Illustrious shade and I am bent, in the circumvent of the opposition I feel to the natural forces of which it is to lay by your side, 

Entwined in your house, 

I am basking in the sun, even as we lay in the shadows,

Your aura caresses like a breeze carried by a sea of roses,

Detailed with only kindness and generosity,

My senses uplifted, 

When I look to your eyes, I was standing at the peak,

No signature foretaled, no signature for the meek,

Blessed be that I am when I see, 

I stood at the peak, 

Surrounded by a canopy of roses overhang, 

You left them for me but plucked them from the street,

You said come lower,

I took the step off the high horse, to stoop down for you,

You asked come lower,

I went to the cliff,

You requested come lower, 

I saw the gales,

Even lower, 

I watched the waves, 

Almost there, 

I jumped. 

Just to fall in the grace of your gaze,

To be in your sight. 

Suggestions foretale for whatever it is in the enigma of energy that occurs between you and I when we lay.