Monday, 14 October 2013

A Hearts Desire

Look into my eye
Love you I
And don't ask why
For my words have all but gone dry

Dwell deeper in this heart
That's too meek to cause you any hurt,
How it hopes you trust
For it, you almost always burst

Hey- My royal Lady
Please - cure this malady
With your heart that's so pure
And in a trance I'll be sure
When your glance I endure

How it hopes you see
How willing it is to sacrifice for thee
So with you to be
Till the end of beings.
© Sam D. Otieno

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