Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Blackest Eyes

You do not want me
And you never will
It's something that's certain
It's something instilled

That is alright, though
And how could it change?
Your morals and virtues
I'd not rearrange

For my sake I'd touch them
But for mine alone
I'd not sink to rob you
Of your granite stone

Even if your face
Alights and intrigues
Even if your hand
My own hand would please

Your eyes are what got me
What captured my gaze
I haven't seen such eyes
In thousands of days

I'd like to get closer
But know that I can't
Pardon me, dear one
This frustrated rant

But you are so sweet
So happy and pure
It saddens me that
I will never be yours

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