Love and Larceny

My heart is a plume renditioning over a lyre, my soul. You are but the fume of frozen fire, on parole. I am a scintillating bud of ray in the moon, You are a void sphere on spree to slay and prune. Falling stars from the sanctum of my palanquin, it is you who crumbled my bosom, not my kin. No, not my kin, neither my obedience nor fidelity Neither was it my lack of acceptance for reality. Bereft of feathers, before the angel could descen' Wings melted, before could fly close to the sun!! Larceny of thoughts from the dejected saint Pilfering words from the glum and gothic acquaint Are these the words of my order, my state or am i paraphrasing into a purloined fate! My angel, a banshee of wilderness, my domain, It is all dropped dead, she howls, howls in vain. Your love holds me 'gainst your acquired hate The genteel heart of yours is yet the bait I see the musings of my scars I hear the laments of my stars My duty is to plant a rose and leave it to be But them plundering it, how can that i see? I pledged my honor and being to you Yet this rancour for me, it grew My submissive love: my Achilles' heel Feebleness, I wish i could conceal The bird has slept eternally in it's ashes, pruned It's song no longer heard, tears gone, swooned A rented life, from my mere existence What will they rob from this futile persistence.