My Love, come up from thy stone throne,
Come here into my embrace,
Without you I am so alone,
I wish to say my goodbye grace.
Thy songs are like sweet Summer rain,
Thou hath captured my heart and mind,
With thine absence it brings much pain,
Please I, ask, don't leave me behind.
Day to night I am by thy side,
On the cold ground lay the posies–
Tears come out each time like the tide,
Laying the orchids and roses.
I talk to thee about my day,
Yet you are always frozen still,
I ask, Love, for thou not to stay,
In my heart you were never ill.
I remember thy auburn hair,
Thy gentle- kind- ivory skin,
Thy sweet heart full of love and care,
Now encompassed within a bin.
My memory– our memory–
Will never be like revery,
My soul remains- our soul remains-
Will be strong like crossing grains.
As I leave thy last resting place,
Under the mourning Moon's faint glow,
One final tear fell from my face,
For I, too, will be like the snow.
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Book of Dreams
PoetryThis is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to imp...
