Thy eyes still greet me well-
From Eden .
Still they cherish my ethereal beauty;
Still homage they pay.
Thou art the blessed grave
Where all pleasures are sealed.
In my bosom , thy image doth finely reside.
Thy portrait; torturing remains-
Until The Lord grants us meet again
In His Kingdom of bliss.
YOU ARE READING
SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
