Yeah, the comma after the end of the title isn’t a mistake.
Tried to make this one a variation of the Petrarchian sonnet.
Laced with heart’s wild and warm-blooded
Hymns of praise and pure,
Stray thoughts spurt like a fountain top,
And all its sweetly pleasures do they rain.
You’re warmer than blood,
Closer than flesh,
I wish to the Aether each day afresh
That your revelation was not in vain.
Every spirit of the living air,
Every mirage holds a light
To your ghostly countenance
And breathes life into me anew.
It shimmies down my veins
Into yearnful elations
As I utter you my finest proclamations:
“Can I keep you?”