one from my old collection |
May the roughed ones shred me low But I would not set apart from thee Let the wind shave my bosom and left me naked and violent Yet no fusion of the starlight would even match this beauty Shall I pledge my love to you like a sun lit a candled moon? "By the way Three romances strands, moved by fourth of One's decay” Ho! I'm sure the birds will sing along mine in theme And they shall herd us a way to our whines afar, and afar, and afar Back to our grapery vines where sarcasm and grace were equally hatched For every cuckoo had a chirp, for every harpy had a trick For every instance of twin magic the severe fate never made hastily And to finally see the fee they had took from mine to thee… Now If I had dreams of you, O Freedom, Love, bear It in thee! For day by day, I beat feverly... feverly …bearing pain! The passion of the Fair could not live with my swaying brace… But notice when they hung my throttle at my door And cut my Monologue in shrill favor Hurry be hurry before the moonlight shake my stand And left my celestial crown burned in my abdomen And halved ourselves separately in twelve wisdom By forbidden biddings… I’ll make sure the sky would paint it most absurdly And to let them shout!! "Oh! By the shout of mightiness! As in Heavens it made and in Heavens it cried" For they had the sings of men, the many ones humans hear not And let it breathe by owns mad consumption So honey be the dew of bee… why would it, had it, did it sadden your glee...? oh cherish me by the littleness of the sensuous passivity you bring in your lips for eternity But only by His gracious names And by these trembling lips - I shall have my Nights - |