Oh love thou art despite being blind
Have casted the spell on my own sight
Revengeful -
Fair a deal - a tie for this foul round.
Oh love, what thou didst to mine eyes?
That now I behold him clearer.
Oh beloved of my own ill sight
Scribe your name on my eyelids.
Lest I see you thoroughly how much you grew to be the very image I beheld of you .
You are the same still though your heart is elsewhere.
YOU ARE READING
SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
