Fair Thee Well
Thy fair head is reminiscent of a freefall cascade
Thou art so lovely and undeniably a silent charade
Hark you imposter, thine dewy eyes fool me not
For your impetuous ways I have not easily forgot
Thine misty greys, thou art mine
Yet to no one you have signed
Delusions of grandeur fill up my heart
Yet alas the pain has yet to depart
Clandestinely we loved, through thy soft gentle serenades
Perish me, for my end dear heart continuously debates
Adieu I say, for my end is here my lot be taken
For it is I that your heart has callously forsaken!
Oh the pain it hath endured
T’was that I was better off forlorn
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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