Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The Sorrow of Having Nothing

Can you tell if I am easy in the eye?
I offer nothing else except my looks
Will this be enough to gain your smile?
Scam and shame I am no less than crooks

Oh I adore thee glance at me
So precious gem brighter than stars
The truth in my heart don’t you see
Stab me with your love, I’ll keep the scars

For if I will be hurt by your deceit
If I am cursed and shall perish alone
Cherish I will, the sun’s last heat
And in Persephone’s bosom I shall moan

So scarce is the happiness you offer
Pretend not anymore, that to thee I am love
My ever dearest’s tears shall fill the coffer
Walk alone for a grain of salt is all I have


∗This is my original composition
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