FRIGID ''make their jaws drop''
Gazes like those Persian spears full in flight,
Thrust on us to see the tales in those brown eyes,
Shimmers, like powdered silver beneath sunlight,
Are the paragraphs and verse-s of her life.
Joyous to behold, yet more than I can praise,
Alike a constellation within a face.
Did part of the universe fall down to earth,
To wield breath in whom I behold in your self?
Or are you instead our maker's first template,
That left the heavens and on earth found a place?
The seeming absence of everyone - and so,
In each moment that your eyes, to me, would throw -
Those Persian spears full in flight and craft,
To stir this bloke who like so had loved a lass.
Like so had loved, like so, started with a craze,
But from whence we met died down after each day,
Until all that lay left was me in ''fetters'',
Soul and body - so was scourged; who let her.
I would pretermit this ardour, thee, fair one,
As this time my broken mind would let one choice.
You're still beautiful, still more than I can praise,
But 'bout your fervour? Please look another way.
Copyright © Dominic Amezimi | Year Posted 2016