Lilac Orbs

Words silent turn at the melodic tunes Oozing from the lush lilts of your eyes; Telling of stung lover’s anthems warm, Of the rapt poet whose scribbling dies. Windows into realms old lyricists laud, Whereon Love and Truth twain thrive; Each by doubtful duplicities unscarred, Unsullied by decays of greediest drive. See how the language of your look, As some evanescent lover’s secret, Amid rosy violets resistless shines; Inviting once-bitten soul truthful yet? Methinks your mien undeceiving sews Back to peace yester-heartbreak's all; Reshaping pulses' rhythms wounded... Still-white breasts darkened by brawl.