Syllogés

Dame

Here you are sitting under the trees

Uncovering thy thoughts, wishing you were free

The sparks in your eyes shine within

But raindrops start to pour on your chin.

Eroded emotions came with the weather

Can't take it all in, so you ask for a feather

Oh Lady, thy words are so beautiful on that pen

Why would a lady like you be here then.

Now you ask me to convey thy message

For thy love, your request for a passage

Soon my beautiful dame you'll set foot

In this world without soot.