If my voice ebb away from stirs nigh your bay.
Leisure had breathe a lean compassion, as I walk this paved way.
On mine poor angst nerves, with me a lone black rose for you I take.
Time again weigh I mine feelings, whence heart flowers emotions in severest of make.
A numbness of mind, a seizure of frame, our fair smiles glare miles apart.
Stepping upon these winding walks through thine glades, waxes it this very heart.
The wind weeps in lament, a phantom of regression, it clasps.
Percutient puddles ripple through mine world, the creeks in elder trees rasp.
A black rose for you I bring, sans thorns, to grace your abode in eternal slumber.
All weeks, I stand here, a devout bent upon same pilgrimage, barefoot upon golden ember.
Spread before you, gentle petals of mine rose;From within,
Her tender shore, a fragrance ferries me near , by your grave I lean.
Once the rosebud white as swan-feathers, to you I'd gave.
How serenity morphs to narcissus, believe you I rant and rave.
But the abyss of fire has shown, once thine petals so white.
Had burnt and black'd be blown, as grave tended to light.
The reeds play music of own measure with ghastly grace.
The lake beside thine grave, ne'er it shows mine sans thine face.
Don't you wonder why the sun hides every time we meet.
Afraid it is of the amorous wills and a blinding to the eye, it greets.
Remember the day!You stepp'd out of my life in belief of taking naught.
Without me but with most of me, have you e'er given it a thought?
Subtle serenity, clad in stone, the Gods had prided upon thine creation.
Noble gravity in elaborately feigned arrogance upon modesty's fashion.
Dearest ! It's naught but an echt requiem in my sorrows.
Wonderful how a-live from a dead's memories', flecks he borrows.
Like a Believer, in you faith I'll keep.
Look, if state allows, into the darkness of my heart deep.
Cause the music emanating from mine lyre, you are.
As the air I breath'd, you were.
As the life's outlines in myriad shades, you'll be.
Dream I of an escape, a devastating freedom as from thine breath thee lay free.
Etch my name on your home, hold fortitude yet, to walk away.
Invoke, plead, beg of you to falter in grace, yet ne'er sway.
I shall join you soon, for then my rose might morph to its white.
Its petals'll dictate passionate decorum, washing away all bodily plights.
Till the filthy seasons of lust are forever gone, bliss shall lend her eternal eyes.
To behold but in momental awe, the homecoming of a love once faraway, Godly spirits'll rise.
Ne'er imagined-thine demise, submission with a curt smile, will become for me the verve.
My black rose, your beauteous grace,Creation's flaming trophy;Come delight my love.........
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