Leave

 

Leave like the birds in the morn,
Fleeing to a sunnier vistas,
Leave like winters that pry into
Warmer, steadier climes.

Leave the home, you made mine;
Make it empty yet again,
Empty- akin the promises made,
Empty, like my emotions now.
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Morn

 

Bent akin the light that flows
Upon her, and hence, gently shows
The radiance of the one I sought,
The girl I loved, affections fraught
With perils, that hence the world will throw,
And yet, we’re the union of two, we know
Best to make each morn, day count;
To begin to store little joys we’ve found.

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Guilty

 

 

Forever stirred by the sight of my love,
I wait in realms of the unreal today.
Ethereal, she float into the room and how
Thousand eyes could not draw me away.
She shone, like the gold that morns bring
To a hopeful and un-triumphant soul.
She moved, like royal coronations in spring,
To each queen, another regal role.

What heavens have conspired today,
And what were they stressed to do?
What numerous love gods were at play,
When they gleefully hath blessed you?
For oft did my heart skip and leap
And oft did it sing out aloud,
Happy tears, love did once weep;
Consoled in the throes of a crowd.

Drenched hair, bathed in prurient light
Playfully flirt with the breezes around.
Oh, the dark tresses that beckon the night
And silence here, each whisper and sound.
Quiet room; bustling with noise and still
Nothing else can be heard or seen,
Bent and broken, my strongest will,
By visions of a little morning queen.

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Glow

 

 

This morn I wake with a strength supreme,

Catching in a tea cup God's spirit; his beam,

She lies by my side, her face is aglow,

A dimple on the wake side did slowly show.

 

A cuppa of morning awaits her, alongside

Beaming in joys, restraint can't hide,

Why would she pick me, this angel of mine?

What fortune does lead one to such a morn sublime?

 

The rays light her back, and an iridescent small,

Heavens bless the moment when in love I did fall,

For a morn of this amazement, I care not the price-

My shed tear, a wry smile or a small sacrifice.

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Morn

 

So sweet the sound of this pleasant morn

That arises with her as she gently wakes,

A druid’s drug note to this lovelorn

Will prescribe the breathe she now takes.

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Stumble

I cannot write anymore,
Words are of no avail.
Silence knocks at my door,
A message; charm will prevail.

I fought it with weapons of reason,
With will, I stood my ground.
Yet to deny the real is sure treason,
Pure music in her every sound.

She stumbled on a chair today,
I pursed my lips, watching from afar.
Clenched fists as if to say,
Don’t make my Sun a falling star.

For it is morn to see her smile.
And peace to see her dance.
In every moment, we progress a mile,
Yet constant victims to chance.
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The Window

 

 

A morning it is, bright and true,

When she passes by the window view,

I watch her as the sun does, only risen for a while,

Her walk meandering, resembling the Nile.

 

The distance means not much, I see her clear,

Heart in upheaval, on watching its dear

Pass by on silent trots, smiling at the sun,

And I, in envy, bereft of the fun.

 

She pauses; a smile does she bring,

Silent in the distance, heart bells ring,

In applause or awe, at the beauty to behold,

One moment shy, another moment bold.

 

Silent affections, unsaid but true,

Echo the message to across the view,

Her shadows play trance, bow in the distance,

And a heart in glee over seeming acceptance.

 

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