Monday, 13 April 2015

LOVE WEEPS







Burn me not with thine tears
 My breathe;
For such scotch renders me less
Perfect am I not, crown me less
Yet on my hearts cushion your soul rests

‘’Never a run, forever a one ‘’ our heart says
Clearer than crystal,
My breathe;
So clear your love is
Fairer than the sun afar

Your charm so fair
Though my tongue confess hurt
My breathe;
In the thickest abode of darkness
It is none but my breathe I fetch

For nothing but a holy perch
When all you are; a mortal from earth
Why call you my breathe?
My breathe;
Let the world think it so
For to me, my soul you own

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