T'was sweet; Nay tainted love thee wield to me.
Pondering thine every cold stare bent ill.
How scornful secrecy does bite at thee.
Upon this winter chill, 'twas twisted will .
Oh' thy bitter embrace that burns so deep.
Tenderly; 'twas thy first embrace but mask'd.
Allude this pain; Thus tide shall slowly creep.
'twas thy own pain absorbed nay' inward flask'd
Erode thy mask reveal thy emotion.
Thus with no pain 'twas yielded no reward.
Touch heart to mind, thus see a vast ocean.
Know "twilight" beckons thy own sweet accord.
Endless thine love for thee; awaiting thee.
Just grasp thine heart 'tis ye eternally.
©lyriks
L