I escape into my head
beyond this world’s thinning thread
to dance in her daydream’s eyes
 waltz in cries from love we’ve bled

reticent romance so rare
color force between our pair
entangled in ancient fate
let dreams sate our lovesick stare

fog of yore yet I feel near
 desire cuts through longing‘s blear
 like a Spartan that won’t yield
she’s my shield and I’m her spear.

I wrote this poem in the form of an englyn cyrch.