Something There

A feeling felt of gracious love,
To fill my feelings apon thereof,
For what precedes the mind’s desire,
And what will burn upon the pyre,
A lust of passion to melt the heart,
Only brings us closer apart,
As for the moment you have my trust,
To take away by joke unjust,
With wicked allies do you conspire,
To strike the match and light the fire,
But from the ashes, hope relieved,
To change the notion preconceived,
And by your wicked assault of hate,
Do feelings fall and recreate,
Two armies march straight to doom,
Symbolic of impending glume,
Crusade by day, and night I travel,
For If much more I will unravel,
For once if ever when hearts collide,
To set the differences aside,
So now the court has come to session,
Please make your cast, or face repression,
The wrong not found within a start,
Of cast off feelings set apart.
By friends or lovers,
Grown from scratch,
To die together,
With love attach.