My Love Version

Many times been described by great poet How love been counted in so many ways Beyond description, you may not know it No voices, serenading nights and days For that one love that will never be mine I just stood and stare to the weary moon Feed my sorrow in babble and posed fine And careful not to cry anytime soon If you come hither, all my mood change tone Pamper me with your scent to doze on mead Mending broken heart, live by love alone The last echo will be my name thee feed In my seeking, I sail the evening gale I said to my dream, “Let free my love tale” 7 October 2020