My heart was far more scorching fire,
Thy soul, frost glance, chilled as ice;
Thy saneness forget, shall retire,
Sans regret, conceal, temper rise.
Draw near to appease, thine fire dies.
Pleasing throb of thine bosom
I always yearn for now,
Abysmal path I fathom
Ne'er shown the way out,
Enshrouded everything with shadows abound.
I knew thine soul and blossoms below,
Flaws and imperfections, delightful obtain;
Amidst thine infatuation, song sung in mellow
Intimacy ne'er cleared by statement conveyed.
Neither anticipated significant beginnings thine soul played.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Semblance of grim, tidy up innocent cast;
Liaison froze thine sympathy lies,
Fabricated glimpse on my pallid face lasts;
The truth slaps thine little trust.
Fade thee, glimpse of woe!
Pledge crashed up, burned in ashes below,
Felt contrited for what I've done,
Stood up, tears rushed down, ne'er shown up.
But now, facing thee, woo again, plead to make up.
©missymae
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