Memories screaming from
the piece of my fragmented heart
Left to distort the beloved field in view of my own piercing paradise
Are sinking swiftly in the forgotten ocean
Yet there you stand on sand haunting
me
Holding me Abigail
To an everlasting
moment that refuses to fade.
Although, my sweet
Juliet,
The gemstone blessed
with eyes filled with ecstasy
A trinket of your love
quivers violently in time
Forcibly bending space towards
your ungodly will
A shame that these tears
I have for our misplaced passion should ever fall
But, what are we if not
made humble to the thoughts
of what could have been
And, to the fragile sights belonging to our own weaknesses, thereby of mine
What has always been and what always will be you Albina…
Steganography my treasured princess known as Venita
The Venus held as the
Hera of a fool’s fortune
I asked for you to stay
with me for one more night
In order to enchant me as you do,
As to wonder me with lust, as I knew you would leave soon
So, for a lifetime my
consciousness could slip back into euphoria
To remain lost to an essence of what maybe as captivating as your name…
Thus evermore as eternal you are...Forever my dear Clair De La Lune
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
No comments:
Post a Comment