Ask the Locked Doors

O you, the definition of beauty my eyes only know and I, the book of gaiety your feelings only fathom. I don’t feign to say what we know about lovers ask these deaf resonant walls their echoes have much to say. Against which many crashed their heads attire fully drenched in tears but dumb were all the speakers and blind were all the seers. Ask all the locked doors ask those closed sanctums in which many slept forever with a poison phial laid aside. The water slid from their eyes on the pages of myth and history accounted the abstruse story of a short human life. Ask those daggers and rapiers that tore many dry throats and lacerated the noble feelings of many wet and innocent hearts. Nevertheless they cannot elucidate the reason behind this torrent because they don’t fathom the tongue the tongue that love speaks!