Thy eyes of mercy
Longing self for thee absolution
How could you ignore?
The sacredness of your servant's offer
Mine are selfless intuition.
Yours are doubtful caress
I whisper in the hollow cell
That you might heard
The loneliness of my soul
In the tempest of hour of the day
To give me a chance
Thy servant to enter thee youthful heart
In still some assurance
That I have the sincerest spirit
Honest, faithful and loyal to your highness.

April 1, 2018
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