Thou ne'er to be back again
Though ne'er to be lost in me
Thou sang at my rented window
To me, I'm back in that fine morning.
The promises brought ineffable gay
To outdo even the most romantic Shakespearian figures
But, not to last long like the mountain dews
To pain a lot somwhere in my innate being
Joy, ne'er called on thereafter
Though thou ne'er lost in me
I looked out of my window
To see, where thou went away.
No comments:
Post a Comment