Friday 5 April 2013

SONG OF A SWAIN

Come thou beloved
Let me take you outerspace
And make you a bead of constellations
Let the string of stars around your neck glitter
To the envy of a girl's best friend

Come thou beloved
Let us play to the moon
Where I make you flakes
sweetened with honey from the moon
And diary from the milky way

Come thou beloved
Let us take a voyage to venus
The guest house of the goddess of love
There we watch the sun rise
To the glow of your now sapphiric eyes

Just your effulgent smile
And the sun rises in this night of mine
Ours is not seasonal
It's always going to be rainy
A torrential downpour of love

No dry season on this lovehill of ours
Reddish with the resplendence of roses
Your heart a pristine land to conquer
Guarded against the Lycans
Their howls of falsehood to cease

There is a season for every  everyone
A time on the chronometer of the heart
 When one gets struck by an arrow
From the bow of Cupid
Drawn to her allure in that enchanting moment

Even the fiercest den of hearts
The most pious of catholic minds
Heavily guarded with claws and soberness
Get infiltrated by love
The charming hex from the true wand




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