Each May, the month of Mary, I believe?
To stables gables, wondrous nests to weave.
20 years espial by precious broods,
Amidst the beasts of burden,
yet unmoved.
Alas, the chestnut lad is here no more,
His brave old heart, no longer to endure!
My only solace now, a sweet refrain
Assuredly, to know he has no pain
With deep regret I’m suddenly aware
No Summers with swallows, hereafter,
shall we share.
From my point of espial,
I was instantaneously seduced;
just one look at you, my precious,
I plunged
into the bottomless ocean
that is your mesmerizing eyes
just to let myself...
drown.
Date written: 08/06/2020
My mind is at ease, Your heart is so hard to Please. I sought out fate in another man. we
made a plan. You said you'd keep me, Never would you Leave me. I found true love, Given
from God above. I know what to do. You where never meant to be my boo. I love him not you.
I know you had to have a clue. My mind is at ease, Don't make this hard Please. You might
think this is a mystery But I have seen the enemy, He's in your anatomy. Your cruel and
instinctual, If you where just a little more of a espial. No more hurt no more pain to
more love I wish to gain. No more hear no more there no more wishing you would care. My
mind is at ease, No more begging on my Knees. ~ Amber Jenkins
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