Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sparkle in her eye

Had I kindness abandoned from above;
A sunray flung through stogy clouds from sun,
would I crumble impaled from your love?
Would I tremble in fear near-missed and run?

Not quite a man dressed in dragon scales,
I would go down running, an antelope.
No measure of heart would bear my wailing
if I were to yield to you and elope

So take your breath filled with sweet surrenders,
let it escape my heart and leave me sane.
There is no love preserved sweet and tender,
no yearning for the curse of empty pain.

But I can’t refuse the cast of your eyes,
they are complete with tears, and me, your prize!