Thursday, November 10, 2011

amaranth

how could it be that i have always thought
your fairness of no real distinctive use
to how i dreamed you were till my soul wrought
for me another view that would seduce
you're sweeter than i once had ill-perceived
and must apologize for saying so
you never made me feel less but believed
in all i never knew of me, although
i cherished you deep in the dark, my dear
there hadn't been a moment i would think
you kept me to preoccupy my fear
with all those urges which caused me to sink
beneath the tears that brought the Seven Seas
right at my door, you only meant to please

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