Who I love More Than I Express
I dont find her there,Im looking eveywhere,
The clouds are few,
No rain, no dew.
The impressions of my heart made out on the sand,
All blown away by the winds command,
Those wailing eyes, those jaded ears
Let me atleast hear those tears.
Those mute words, those reticent feet
The moan,the plead, the mourn, the bleat,
My soul calls out for hers,
What is it that she deplores?
My tired legs cant breathe anymore,
Will I have to I wait for another seasons four?
I know she loves me more than she expresses;
Cant she even give me a chance to caress her tresses?
I know this is a test I can defend
But will she give in before my end?
O ye Death! Stop groping in the dark!
Come get me by my neck; hark!
I can bear even your bestial face
Just for an embrace
With her, who I love more than I express.....
This poem reminisces the thoughts of a demented lover at his soulmates sepulcher. He has been despertely waiting for his own end, for that alone can bring an end to this bereavement.
posted by sagaRedefined @ 1:08 AM
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