Lost Lone Lover

Hail my soul! Halt your cravings Gather again your heart ruins And seek a fertile ground to sow your seeds She stands aloof and Watches my heart wonder She leaves my heart in doubt And races all about…a playful daughter In youthful delights Mother, trouble no more… she is no longer The beauty we nurture fizzles Impetuous me! For bidding you for naught For wasting my wonderful words Oh blind bout, drowning doses, Misplaced love, it matters no more Mother, bear me up like a child again Don’t put me off even this once Let me weep tenderly on your shoulders For now must I be married to my muse And kiss my bride in my book