I Beseech An End
I sight thy smile, an enchanters smile
All portraits which grace thy digital sites!
I hear a surmise, one agonising surmise
One fair maiden and thee shall bind in wedlock!
The Weaver Of Dreams
A weaver of vivid dreams she be,
Spinning them with the yarn of despair,
Knots them she does with blind hopes,
Conjuring a life of warmth and care.
Caged by the cherished moments of once,
Haunted by a presence so strong I felt.
Here I am standing alone
alone, Where you left me, abandoned and lone
Soft Breeze You Were
A heart of stone,
I prided I had.
A soft breeze you were,
I thought, would not crack this stone.
Kill Me Whole!
Slay me not with thy words my love
So cold and harsh, unfriendly were they!
Not the sharpest of daggers could mutilate a soul
For thine had ripped my heart out