And orbs can't weild a world what thee heart can,
Thou lips perfectly coaxed with flame of flush,
Like the wilt of lavender all over your skin,
Humming the song of maidenhood, sipping the tea of Adonis,
Tis the time, sigh the fume of love over the smoke of hemis,
If not the love what keeps thou blind,
If not the love too what hypnotizes the heaven for thou,
If the time shapes the space as a string,
For thou I would be fire sick to burn this ache between us
Over and over again and again,
Ne'er thy sought freedom from burden of love.

For thou the years passed by like the untouched water glass between home of colours and brushes,
For thou love is the prologue of the past,
Just like a white wild horse of countrymen,
Thy eye can't enthral you inside any mold of modest world,
After zillion stars away I still saw you like the perfect attorney without the jury,
The red gown slowly falling over the heap of veils,
If not why love would find shelter under the storm,
If not why life would kill thou when death holds your hand.

The tiara of daystar as it's her zenith,
if not the crystalline heart filled with stygian, Yet a drop,just a drop breathing inside its core,
The wall yet to be turned as the tomb,

Grave, or lovetomb?
© kat