Broken Trinket

Doth behind your eyes Are hidden secrets there be What's that I hear In your daily sigh Something I dare Not to compare. Diligently I write Lives, romances Their strives, those satires Moment of my awakening Having been one awards Of the putrid deeds Of mankind, oh you Oxymoronic thing, you Man-kind. If only true, I could see In you that light It ought not to be hid. Don't spare me now Late in the narrow pass I'd surely live through Your devouring Of my feelings. Little orb, gaze on me now I still hurt, my heart Lives somewhere around. Dash me upon Rock and boulder point Sink me like galleons Of old Spanish gold. For my value is not Near the market price A broken trinket Found on lost beach Of love for you If you wished dear.