So
Wilt thou
Let the cold storms
Maul me for our miff?
And
Wilt thou
Watch me drown
In thy angered roaring waves
Of love,for my frailty?
But
What wilt thou
Do,when thine anger
Is hence,and see my corpse
Couching in the cabins
Of these vitriolic waters
With my crust pare?
The
Pox I plagued
On thy heart,I plead
And for mine equally
I
Am a man
But a slave
In the grisps
Of the dim-light of jealousy
And I laboureth its whims absurdly
Day in,and day out
When my sight
Clutch them,hovering around thee
I
Love thee more than more
And it maketh me jealous
Am so, so jealous
I want thee for mine own
Just mine only
Yet
I know not
How to stack thee
Nor idolize thee wholly
This is my frailty,and I know
But I plead thee
leave me not
like a rose
rolling on the boulevards
Jealous
©Historian E.Lexano
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
So
Wilt thou
Let the cold storms
Maul me for our miff?
And
Wilt thou
Watch me drown
In thy angered roaring waves
Of love,for my frailty?
But
What wilt thou
Do,when thine anger
Is hence,and see my corpse
Couching in the cabins
Of these vitriolic waters
With my crust pare?
The
Pox I plagued
On thy heart,I plead
And for mine equally
I
Am a man
But a slave
In the grisps
Of the dim-light of jealousy
And I laboureth its whims absurdly
Day in,and day out
When my sight
Clutch them,hovering around thee
I
Love thee more than more
And it maketh me jealous
Am so, so jealous
I want thee for mine own
Just mine only
Yet
I know not
How to stack thee
Nor idolize thee wholly
This is my frailty,and I know
But I plead thee
leave me not
like a rose
rolling on the boulevards
Jealous
©Historian E.Lexano
