The flame of dark ridges
The void of intimate love,
The cessation of desire
Is like a fretful midge.
Around thee, lovers that were met
Death in love, I felt,
Vague words, uttered to me,
Spare among themselves:
Their sweet names
Thee love them? Souls mount up,
Went to her with thin soul.
In splendiferousness, my love!
Fraught with noble beauties;
Until roses wilt,
The images of warm hours
Lilies that shake against the cold,
Is like your love, fadeth in an instant.
This was Heaven.
Home of angels,
As you throb harder:
Your lovely gaze,
And in the world:
I fell.
Within my reach, to touch;
Within my heart, to love;
It is the path dark and unspoken
The stars that twinkle,
Soon in the day.
And the sun that rises,
Soon dissipate:
Just like what I feel:
The moon rises,
My heart falls:
The sun outshines:
My soul melted.
But soon, the stars—
twinkle and twinkle
endlessly.
M.P.Q.
©keilyyy
K