Thy beauty is same as the winter white snow
For which these hands are afraid to besmirch
So pristine and pure, in the darkness aglow
So holy and sacred, nearing to be unchurched
Thy face was created to trap all eyes
Thy eyes were made to offer deception
Thy lips were given for manhood to cry
And lead them to the dangerous temptations
Thou art Helen of another time
With fire and destruction as thy toy
With thy name I write the perfect rhyme
Whilst my heart become a ravaged Troy
Yet still I gave my heart to thee
And prove that to love is to gamble with uncertainty
©2017 by Rescel Ocampo
