Gave my words to a spy
Then off she goes.

Greed.

Bound for heaven
Hereafter.

Can't lie
With my eyes,

I barely
Recover.

An evening out with myself.
The works of the night's been idle.
Star-filled skies view silence
With tranquil dreams of vice.

Creepy winds doth blew my ear.
Fear - the vast aura of mind.
Shadows spill darkness' cup
Of wickedness' demise.

Plainly seeking her still,
The love I had confide.
Out in the dark, had I seen her?
Out there, her form, out there.

"Come closer dear." A voice speaks.
I recall her words last time.
The moon seems bitter at this binding stage.
She's dead, but her form deceives my eyes.

Quite a while
I tried to please you
With my heavy look
And perilous smile.

I am gone now
Though thoughts remain unclear:
The vibrant promise
But heartless vow.

I died the time when love was born.
I died, you see, I died.
If there's one thing that ever kills,
That thing is love inside.
'Cause feelings plain and simple spent
Are sane to be rejected.
A thing or two to show the scar -
Death in love was stated.

For when was it considered true?
For when, I ask, for when?
That those who loved be rendered spites
In view of love's content?
I died, I say, I died again;
The words are pale in meanings.
I died deceived, misled, forsaken
My heart's bound up believing.

Have I been
Rich
Of heaven's currency
I would have bought
Your smile.

Too bad I've been
Poor and weary.
My heart can only
Lean and
Sigh.

Never knew
How to pray.
Fold hands...
Lower my head...
Utter words...
Never knew those.
My silence speaks
Not as prayer
But whimpers.

For a friend I write.
For a friend I rhyme.
For a friend I'll raise my pen
And show her things I find
A little pleasing, kind and sweet;
Though my heart broke down
In successive trilogy:
The love, the life and the soul
On someone else I've known
Ages and ages ago.

A poem you say,
This is all I could give -
A little stale in verses,
A little plain in creed:
"A friend of mine, you've always been.
A friend I'll always crave.
A friend that brightens my day
And brings me smiles and ease!"
But I can scribe no more.
These verses are all fed up.
My timid brain, my wounded heart,
Has left me torn apart.

Of all the things, I ask of you,
Am I the one to know
That love devours completely
When once the truth unfolds?
Fathom it well, I know you can.
You know how women think
When one says to a desperate lad:
"Go away, for heaven's sake!"

Now I'll end it all here.
I'm tired, though a bit restless.
Thanks for sparing some precious time
To hear my hopeless crisis.
I'll end it all with a heavy heart
And hope you'll understand
That my rhyme has not yet come
To scribe the Fairy Lands.

The more I look,
The more she touches me
Profusely.

Her eyes peel my very
Skin, my essence
Of spontaneity's mirth.

Her hair flows down
To my heart's contagion
Motionless of no cure
But to give in,

Though I burn.

I am familiar
With the words -
How they speak
Uncertainties
Of your heart.

I'll stand aside
And let age
Forget
What your heart
Denied.