I find myself in prison,
Imprisoned by your torrid love magic,
Though I'm been cared for,I panic,
Panicking for my charges of treason,
I dont want to leave your estactic cells,
In your confines i want to dwell,
Now and forever,
For the comfort of your gates,
Holds my shackles and chains,
And constantly depriving me of strains,
Am here alone;and glad with no inmates,
But you and me,
I pray am not arranged before court,
So i wouldnt know my times,
The days,months and years,
But if am sent to court in tears,
I will plead to your jury,
To sentence me for life,
Am afraid to lose your sight,
I cant explain this feeling,
Neither it is tacit,
But where did you come from?
My pretty monarch butterfly,
Even the flowers beseech your proboscis,
The skies rejoice with your presence,
I know words are not enough,
To explicitly express how i feels,
But i pray as i kneels,
My dictions should not bluff,
But carries my feelings,
In humility to you.
@Historian E.Lexano
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
I find myself in prison,
Imprisoned by your torrid love magic,
Though I'm been cared for,I panic,
Panicking for my charges of treason,
I dont want to leave your estactic cells,
In your confines i want to dwell,
Now and forever,
For the comfort of your gates,
Holds my shackles and chains,
And constantly depriving me of strains,
Am here alone;and glad with no inmates,
But you and me,
I pray am not arranged before court,
So i wouldnt know my times,
The days,months and years,
But if am sent to court in tears,
I will plead to your jury,
To sentence me for life,
Am afraid to lose your sight,
I cant explain this feeling,
Neither it is tacit,
But where did you come from?
My pretty monarch butterfly,
Even the flowers beseech your proboscis,
The skies rejoice with your presence,
I know words are not enough,
To explicitly express how i feels,
But i pray as i kneels,
My dictions should not bluff,
But carries my feelings,
In humility to you.
@Historian E.Lexano
