By Paweł Markiewicz
The enchanted moon is solely for you.
You are doing the sempiternity herein on earth.
You guardian angel conjure dreams of me.
So marvelously-propitiously your heavenly mirror shines.
The courtly love to the angellet are sorceries.
In your vans reveries live.
I like you, the angel, drunken with a magnificence of dew,
as well as the wizardry of a bewitched time.
