Beguiling love

Beguile me, love, whenever I seek your grace,
My dear, you are the stars that light my skies.
Beguin for love, I court your tender face,
A budding art where sweetest magic lies.

I seek you in the beguine where you stand,
And feel so French to see your little smile.
No thoughts remain, just you, and holding hands,
Soft puttering of love that grows the while.

Like stucco walls that hunger in the heat,
Like casablanca yearning in the night,
Or memory of tune peals in the streets,
You draw my soul as moth drawn into light.

So take this heart, though small, it beats for thee,
Usher of Merlin’s hall, my mystery