Jesterhead
06-21-2010, 02:02 PM
I speak not, nor breathe thy name,
For the tear on my burning cheek may impart,
Roams the grieving sound of guilty fame,
For the deep thoughts that dwell in a silent heart.
Though I shall tell thee my love so fake.
Thrice-fairer than any compare ever,
The eminent flower so rare to seek,
Stain to all nymphs, I shall love you forever,
More white and red than a dove with a rose in its beek.
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
I rein my proud head against thy flawless glow,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses,
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know.
I shall tell thee my love, why I sleep while awake.
My love and I, Our life is twofold,
Sleep hath its own world for thy being to see,
My pure dream of our love glowing till old,
Thou hath not one but two dreams to be.
Yet that terror was not fright,
A feeling still be by the lone lake,
Then thou played the melody of delight,
Scarring my ears to make me awake.
I shall tell thee my love, of underneath the salty lake.
Death was within that poisonous wave,
As it went for my dark soul to bring,
The shadow of a fitting grave,
For my lone imagining.
Though I speak nor breathe thy name,
For I lone with the burning tear impart,
Though I know thou feel no shame,
For thou have no deep thought whithin thy silent heart.
So my love, shall we feel pain once more, for old times sake?
For the tear on my burning cheek may impart,
Roams the grieving sound of guilty fame,
For the deep thoughts that dwell in a silent heart.
Though I shall tell thee my love so fake.
Thrice-fairer than any compare ever,
The eminent flower so rare to seek,
Stain to all nymphs, I shall love you forever,
More white and red than a dove with a rose in its beek.
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
I rein my proud head against thy flawless glow,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses,
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know.
I shall tell thee my love, why I sleep while awake.
My love and I, Our life is twofold,
Sleep hath its own world for thy being to see,
My pure dream of our love glowing till old,
Thou hath not one but two dreams to be.
Yet that terror was not fright,
A feeling still be by the lone lake,
Then thou played the melody of delight,
Scarring my ears to make me awake.
I shall tell thee my love, of underneath the salty lake.
Death was within that poisonous wave,
As it went for my dark soul to bring,
The shadow of a fitting grave,
For my lone imagining.
Though I speak nor breathe thy name,
For I lone with the burning tear impart,
Though I know thou feel no shame,
For thou have no deep thought whithin thy silent heart.
So my love, shall we feel pain once more, for old times sake?