To admit it was to be on fire— 

A relief—and a release from prison: 

A confrontation starting with ire 

Seceded to yearning and submission. 

How frantic, still, and humble those words came 

As desperation—in tears—was revealed; 

An esctasy shared o’er th’ordeal—the same 

Garden—graced with a lace—which had been sealed. 

Pleasure and prosterity were derived 

From said fervent, honest conversation; 

These hopes and prayers are to be believed, 

And steps within the heart made with caution. 

     Amidst the torrent, torment ev’ning, peace 

     Is found with shaking hands, telling Elise.