Your eyes that caught my heart
On a lambent moon on a baleful sky,
O, thy demeanor of dismal heart—depart,
Desolate and sepulchral; tragically die—
This! In a luminary night, but no light.
The plangent roaring of thy heart,
On a treacherous and murky odysee,
To touch, to see; in respleandent bands.
Of the sobbing and bawling vehemently—
You, in a refulgent sky, but not dry.
Now, there is my deploring heart;
It is the forebear of lament,
I see no opulence to offer a sublime art
Together the adornment;
My soul loved you!
The vengeance of love—
seemed a dreadful path.
For me –it is, for you–it isn't.
M.P.Q.
©keilyyy
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