Mein Bessenheit (My obsession)

A sestina poem, written so I could use the word "effulgent"

Meine Besessenheit

 

Before thee go to sleep, my darling

Let me tell thee of love effulgent

One more luminous than the lark’s ballad

It speaks of thy orbs of viridian 

 

Let me tell thee of love effulgent

It fills my very vivacity

It speaks of thy orbs of viridian

Hair comprised of the very earth that was blessed with thy ubiquity

 

It fills my very vivacity

Warping my funereal countenance

Hair comprised of the very earth that was blessed with thy ubiquity

I will bury my face in thy soul

 

Warping my funereal countenance

The lark equidistant to mine, serenades thy heart

I will bury my face in thy soul

Thou art the candle to the void of my psyche

 

The lark equidistant to mine, serenades thy heart

Softer than the heralds of vernal equinox

Thou art the candle to the void of my psyche

Colloquy without allurement, I hath never heard words more lovely

 

Softer than the heralds of vernal equinox

I am as a maid once more in thy embrace

Colloquy without allurement, I hath never heard words more lovely

The warmth of thy love hath no equal

 

I am as a maid once more in thy embrace

My ardor burns stronger than the inferno itself

The warmth of thy love hath no equal

Thy love is never hidden; it reverberates as a lion’s roar

 

My ardor burns stronger than the inferno itself

I pledge myself to the earth, and viridian orbs

Thy love is never hidden; it reverberates as a lion’s roar

What else can I give thee, but my own world?