21: This is a loose translation, drawing on your love. So it’s not about me but my verse muse. You planted yourself here with sun and moon.
I’m writing, stirred by such purpose and huge beauty —

I’m writing in love with you. Hemmed in April’s first-born flowers, rich gems, rarer things to compose from — a retrieval search with gold candles fixed in air! There are no comparisons to how you and I write together and then believe me.