Affection

I take thee grasp for bosom's bliss
Who pines and longs; a tithe amiss
Hence bitter hands- in thee take this
Memoir of countless shattered dreams
Strung together by the dainty seams
Of open eyes that lack in view,
These pallid eyes with hope in lieu;
Ersatz the smile, oh how it gleams!
She broke the noose, now hanging by the seams.

I fear the seamstress can now ne'er elate
For oh! The ghastliness of fate
Hath stolen this decrepit rheum
From splendid flowers yet to bloom,
Prithee to the wind- I say
Dearest doth thee fingers stray?
Bleed not, and bloom away!
My love! In thy lieu I palter
Even as thee hope begins to falter,
My love! Please? I will reconcile
But soft- you shan't need wait awhile,
Alone, my smile ne'er gleams-
I join you, hanging by the seams!