Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Beautiful Lady

Towards you
Surreptitious woman of my dreams
Who slithers in, and fills me fast.
A wasted way of love, me seems
But your sole lover, tis my caste.

Do come forth hasty, vex me not
For wetless is my throat that calls.
That night in your arms did begot
Unspelled wants, to lay in your thralls.

And I shall pay with blood and sinew
For what the heart does make a maze!
Reach you I will, if its all I'll do
For life's blazing pain does love raze.

1 comment:

  1. Parvati8:34 AM

    Again, a veritable classic. You are fast becoming an expert in poetry.
    Good work.