The serene of 11 o'clock in eventide
My Head turns into bumpy mind
Then the frost of February froze my flesh
whilst deep in my heart I felt warmth
Tears rolling down on my cheeks
Deep breath losing up on my mouth
Sennight before, I saw him with leman
He protecting her like a man-at-arms
She gave him a buss like his orison response
'tis feels envy in my self, keep hide
Hopefully ye could hearken the sooth
"That my heart still drought of your love.
That you are the contents of my prayer,
My herald and my comely story to God
but 'tis all remains a dream.
Oh.. dear you never knew,
There's someone who most loves with you."
(February,2015)
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Serene of Midnight
RomanceCrying is a sign of Strength. Every night you are thinking of him and still he never really loves you but you still. Now this poem is all about a girl crying every night for a man.
