A Lover's Tale
As we raised ridges on reluctant lands
Our poor spirits wallowed on dwarfed harvest
Castle offered solace to her drudging hands
And she threw my sanguine name off her chest
In the king's arms she twit our blooming love
And rummage pride and diamonds at his feet
Such towering aloft drudge and ill-luck
That spread arms around the girdle of my wits
Her face neither subdue' darkness like sun spark
Nor blur the lustful glimpse of curious eyes
But like shy stars, she twinkles in the dark
And time would not her virtuous glows short-size
I pray passionate venom leaves her flesh
That my gray love might possess her afresh
Copyright © Ikenna Emmanuel Bertrand | Year Posted 2015
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