My Dear Krustallos

My Dear Krustallos                                 December 23, 2013

My dearest Krustallos, oh my fair
 Greek maiden of Acropolis' lore,

I shall rejoice upon any decision
 Forevermore, should you choose to

 Call me always your beloved beau

Until the day of mine or your death,
 Or upon a dreaded choice to refuse
 Of me my calling upon your tender
 Soul's sweet musing to my very own.

These are my advances upon you;
 Your parapet, my battering of your
 Wall; and a wish for my lonely soul
 To be as one with yours, Love, and
To comprise of an epic only the ghost
 Of Homer might adequately articulated,
 Penned; for 'tis in classic verse, 'tis
 Our very own: an odyssey, ten years
 Amid a unified tryst, our bliss; but 

An infinity throughout the course of
Years immeasurable by humanity: 

It will be consumed upon criteria
As set by God's timetable, and not
 Upon that of another soul's, nor we.

 Come sail 'cross His skies with me!
 Oh dear Krustallos! Thither we fly!
To a locale not even the gods high
 Upon Olympus dare tarry in the sky;
And as we consummate our tryst
 Amid a nephele of amorous consent,
 Our posterity not venerable Verona's
Star-crossed lovers amid angst should

Fathom! Let me embrace you, please,

 My dear Krustallos! Allow us to spread
 Our wings! Let us sail 'cross a sea blue
 Skies as do those souls along the fairest
 Peloponnesian coast; and you, my Siren
 Singing my tune; and Corinth to beckon
 For our calls as we land upon her polis'
Still ripples, forever her waters to serve
 As the other's sailor, the other, first mate;
 And the other's soul, never to reappear
 Till the Twilight's shall gleam us the last.