Hers was a space 
            That had no gate
            Or fence, and therefore lacked the grace
            Of borders and the fate
            Of a beyond

            Though from within
            Horizons played
            Like the deliciousness of sin
            However long I stayed
            So sweetly bound

            And from without
            An endless hush
            Reminded me that there was truth
            In beauty’s burning bush
            As yet unknown

            The wit and charm
            Of my release
            Betrayed no hollow but alarm
            That one could ever cease
            Upon her dawn

            And she, I knew,
            Would never grieve
            The presence of an absent clue
            Nor ever grant reprieve
            For warmth


            Emanuel E. García, A Deeper Symmetry2014