I failed once when first appear’d
In thy life. To truly love thee and express,
In fair disposition, thy heart, and quarrel
The indisputable circumstances
Of the world. ‘Twas so unexpected
To be drawn toward an end, that is,
Can sorrow all that love kill?
‘Tis unnatural that your heart, at once,
Be altered to fit that of a stone’s.
Thine eyes keep my flesh melting
And thou art still pretending
That I, gentleman, was only a tithe
Of a lover to thee. Thou know’st
My love was not a jest, nor a lust,
But a scruple that fills my entire heart.
Nay, nightingale. I know how
You deceive your heart by a vow,
To stop loving whilst you’re in need
Of some gentleman to instill a seed
Inside that cave between your lungs.
I shall trammel up your heart before
It surrenders to this mighty plague,
Which takes that miraculous organ
Away from Love’s fortified shelter.
Come, come, my love and thou wilt see
How a precious diadem you’re to me.
No mixture could I get
By all what I had tried.
And as brevity is the soul of wit
I’ll let short words me guide
To where my sweetheart compil’d.
My heart hath stopp’d at every
Flower to seek the nektar,
Wherein all buds were weary
And beyond the depiction of any writer.
But when their thorns found me lonely,
They robbed my heart from shinning brighter.
He lost faith in love,
He vowed to never unfold again;
And catch the nearest aeroplane
To seek an advice from Jove.
How so? Jove’s no longer there!
Nor Cubid, nor Aphrodite– the fair.
They all disappear’d, or rather now dwell
In my world of fantasy. And with a spell,
I’ll summon one for me to tell
How much of Love is my share…
I talked to a stone once. Told it, "I need her to stay with me." It replied with a question that My senses found awkward and tricky by The same. "Her and her only, for that I am sure, You bear to her that Love which is, Vanished for these days." Dazzled I was, for what I heard That maybe this stone had a heart like mine, My mind had a solution which would Bring a subtle relief to me. "Throw this stone and whatever company, That will hinder your thoughts from flowing." Suddenly the stone made a powerful shake That would have caused my mind's relief. It said, "If I be thrown, a plethora'd Remain. So you'd better talk to me and get it off Your chest before she comes." I gave up and talked loudly, While the stone, serenely, sat beside me A man's Patience is vain when compar'd, To that of a stone's. Together for hours we reclined until, I heard your gait and knew you came Then you hugged me hard from my back, And placed a kiss that I felt so warm. You said, "I felt some hums coming from here, Someone was calling my name." I looked to the stone and it seemed to me, That its eyes had made a sparkle "From now on, you shall live with her, Till eternity becomes mortal."
If this rope could have a use,
Instead of this one which cause:
The Transportation of fumes and clouds.
It should be tangling other than
Making a white chest turn black.
O my mind thought of it as,
A method of brain pleasing,
When a damage is brought as certain
As my love is to thee.
Thine fondness and affections shall
Be transform’d, re-shaped into a fume
Which will remind me whenever brittle I feel.
I shall kick and refuse, Every rope and tube, even those That after a puff make ashes. My health and thy smile, Will forever be saved by just You standing by my side, reinforcing My weak moments and falls. Thy help I must seek, For which I have no one but thee To stand by me. Yes, no one. So long as our love remains there, Strong and more powerful than metals. So long I shall be away from these delusions.
I won’t meet you Where the skyline ends. Nor when, from the sky An angel descends. Never the sun to a stranger lends Her beautiful thick Rays that Every merry morning she sends.
Why would I meet you In a place so far away? Where to a hideous little place, My heart always tends. Inside my heart there’s A much more beautiful skyline One full of wonders, And we won’t use the past tense To mention our downfalls- and hence We’ll enjoy more than ever And you’ll be my lady, and I the prince
Oh! We’ll use the past tense!
But in this only sentence of hope:
“We lived joyfully ever since.”
When thine eyes with my hat lost contact, Methought our hearts should’ve signed a pact; For they were supposed to be inseparable But it seemed that they need a miracle To have a final reconciliation And avoid shattering and fragmentation. Time passed and thou art changed, Me also. Arrogant beauty was replac’d By an old gray hat, I now wear.
My heart you broke once, and now
You’re promising me a mending vow:
To start anew and forget the past,
To heal the wound really fast.
I have my flaws and of that I’m sure Thy gravitating eyes again opened the door Of my heart, that never in thee lost interest. I admit I am the cleverest That I choose thee once and twice. I wish under one ceiling be the Thrice!