Tell Her
Love is of risk to fall deep or fly high:
Risk falls deeper when death's hand is at stake,
While it flies higher when peaceful minds tie
Luck to chances lust once took for pride's sake.
Tell her of waist beads,
Which caring hands gladly feeds...
Later make life pleads.
Wickedness is evil love can't see through...
Even when doubt noticed its fading light,
It's always too far to query the clue;
A time purpose of reasoning wrongs not right.
Tell of watery lips...
To how her soothing tongue clips
Life to what death grips.
Trusting the process seems invisible-
It isn't just being a desired fellow,
But to check through time been divisible
Before you submit to whispering Hello.
Tell her of calm mind,
Decisively buried blind
Of deceitful kind.
Breakup comes back in time of soothing touch;
It rocks the world of changing tune at noon,
How stress never let go of serving crutch
That helps lust walk around throat's screaming tune...
Tell of silent nights,
Romance made cool with dim lights
But ends of rage's rites.
Loneliness is at the peace, courtship stole...
Wishing life ignores deceit luring death;
Singing solemn songs to kill dying soul,
Grace could hold back in time to living breath.
Tell her of mourning...
Escaped by chance, adorning
Time; death's forewarning!
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