Over the hills, In the winds, It chills, It binds, Beats, In heats, Of lovers dying, Or in shade of a dove flying, Lying, Overtime rusts and reform, Under my soil like a worm, Breathes and bleeds, Clot the wounds, Dignify deeds, Bound of bounds. In a kiss it dwell, Deep and dark as a well, It stays, It lays, Like a sea pearl, And sea like my thoughts do curl. -Viui