Though time never stills
And we have little frills,
My feelings will always endure
And though truer,
Are your words
Less daggers more swords,
Don't you think
That if I could I would sink,
Into your eyes
Pretty lies,
Every wink of your lashes
Whips to my back, and ashes
Piling up from the fires
Every time my heart aspires,
To be next to you
But the chances are few,
Sometimes because of my endeavors
Work, and what not, levers
All part of my bigger plans
For my world eternal sands,
In spite of all this
Nothing explains to me what's amiss,
Haven't I seen you flirt
Constantly with many a cohort?
©okpoet