It was some years ago,
in these Heavens above,
when elders wanted me to grow
and I first heard of love.
It was meant to be a feeling,
that rips one's heart apart,
the pain of it has all the kings kneeling;
a feeling you cannot outsmart.
And as I'm standing here alone
(I'm still coming back to this place),
I'm freezing to the bone
and can't think of it as a God's grace.
That place;
It was once a Garden of Eden;
a vision matching the sign of your face,
looking at it, all my agony seems to deaden.
But, it's chilli here nowdays,
your warm hands can't reach me,
let them; may they teach me,
that love pains.
So now I know;
I could never sin with someone else from this tree,
as everyone else is merely words,
while you're a whole poetry.
Shall I do as I promised you then;
living and being brave,
not giving to the words of men
and reading Shakespear's sonnets at your grave.
Aug 3, 2022
Aug 3, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC