Act III, Scene II



To touch her tresses, untangle the piled
confusion brocaded by a frisky breeze;
to look into hazel eyes, framed by mild
rose heightened cheeks, radiating the pleas
of an untamed heart, guileless, undefiled...
Hope's affirmation that should the suns cease
to illume their skies in galaxies run wild
from set courses or earth's volcanoes freeze,
Love dies not...His glory may not be exiled. 


--Cyrano