Old Ballad

The eerie moon’s soul is on fire In the eye of storm is burning desire Parallelism of abyss to base is thought that will inspire And this is a depth of her heart for which the heart I admire The depth like true abyss The heart is gift of bliss Energy surges from her kiss Her voice is like a ballad that of nightingale song will reminisce The beauty is sublime More than I can say with any rhyme However it is the heart that is more important than beauty in any time And her divine heart is her prime Yet parallel to base that thought of it or not abyss is the same The most powerful eternal flame In her heart burns alike flame And my love for her is the same