Your eyes are dark sometimes,
Wanting to trust;
Smiling, showing
An outline of colour,
Muted and dim behind;
O my eye.
Your mouth is joyful
Sometimes, and the light
Floods back across your face;
A clear, passing moment,
When wanting is no ache;
O my light, o my eye.
The moon shows her face 
Sometimes, from behind
A storm of clouds, passing;
An outline, a moment that turns,
That leaves an ache behind;
O my moon, o my light, o my eye.
The four chambers beat
Sometimes, combining
In perfect chorus,
Flooded with longing,
Their centre, yours and mine;
O my heart, o my moon, o my light, o my eye.