by Demetrius Gwyn
I will never get over you;
tears- because I'm passionately, arduously
desirous of the music that plays me
love- sinking so deeply in love;
offers were made,
but I would deny the opportunity
to be pulled out of my dungeon for the love of you.
Loving is my joyed, imprisoned affections:
if I'm attacked, waged upon by the military
to surrender my love for you,
I would face the fact of total annihilation -to be bombed.
Yes, I'll be physically nothing but ashes,
oh, I'm ruined, I'll love you to the death.
No, no! no!! I don't want to be rescued,
allow me to weep and wail
for the love I have for you
which damages my reasoning.
You're very precious,
for you have twisted me, blistered me,
scalded me in love's fire.
My devastation is only to love
with a love that will throb,
rob me of my sanity,
and give my blood, hot fires of love.
So you see, dearest of my soul, you have left me
abandoned with other broken hearts;
lonely nights as before.
The need grows that shatters my life.
I know I should have never focused my eyes
on your persuasive beauty,
beauty so lovely that angels cry,
and I perused the physical splendor
you dynamically promenade as you visited my eyes.
I may be rebuked for even venturing in your rose garden;
however, I confess that my soul has darkness,
but your dulcet eyes are the stars that brought light
and the golden sparkle banished me
to only walk away kissing the air
of your perfume and the remembrance of your smile.
I'm ruined; I hurt when I realize I may be denied holding you.
Suddenly, this I know, you can see I'm suffering
from inner bleeding,
but I'll survive off of bread and murky water
and walk in the mud of my misery.
I don't think my heart would stop if I never had you
as the loving roe of my life,
which gasps and pants
to the horrible condition that I've lost love
through such aggravated abuse;
but what ecstactic joy
to muse on the gorgeous being,
captivating my heart, mind and soul.
I only brought to you the kindness
of a man in love.
You will probably never give me a date
to satisfy and gratify my longing.
Claw my eyes out that I may not see
you walk away to another.
Sadly, I bring you love.