a poem by a faust to her lover

To my Lover,  

who by example liveth more than he doth know

by a female faust

Such wonders would be worked my love for you by me alone

were I to live as  successful, sure, & confident, as my dreams possible have shewn

that, sometime sad,  more often lazy,  perhaps I have become... inclined...

to depend too much upon such shadows for what fix quick haste may find.

But of course one could have prophesied as much  --  that is,  if one had but your Skill,

to make,  in thickest chaos,  Observations objective by shear Will;

by Iudgement near unbiaséd.  A god, thou art become: Life -- thy World -- create;

Not by loose words accomplished: thyAction fast secures thy Fate.

a female faust