Lady of my revolting thoughts by BAR

O, lady of this captive heart,
Life without love is as death:
As a readily fruitless, naked,
Heart subject to pain in vain;

Nor blood's lament gush over it,
Opened like a deserted parish:
A shapeless-soul, a soulless bod;
That eyes relish in murky respite,

O, lovely damsel of the highly gate
My might, your plight's command
Regaling me upon all your demand
A fish of gold O, my delightful bait:

If two troutlets were equall’d a trout
I bid to be your most fervent lover
To bemoan, bewail you perplex love
Barren again not heaviness' hand
Never ever, more O loving friend...

Help me be blameless--- O
Lady of my slaving zest,
Let eyes seek not for worst,
in Shadows of my mystère faux.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem