let us go but do not ask where and do not say no for thy lovers heart is a flake of snow take care not to melt it with sorrow help me sustain this heart so i can meet thy lovely eyes again tomorrow but for a beloved, to be ignorant is to be wise and a woman in love must not think twice for submission is for lovers the best advice resistance will but deny thee, the sights of Paradise among the darkness of the night follow me and be led by the moonlight the night shrouds the departed world it's a body that hast lost its soul the stars shimmer upon that dark dish they appear and depart as an unattainable wish but do not yearn for them for wishes are not to be had, but only to be wished the night wears a frown and fear is but the night's gown but fear not dear, for we are all alone and thou art not a maiden in distress thou art but my beloved, i must confess the wind caresses the woods and the wild the leaves rustle as a naughty child the trees stand a towering mile and without a lament or a sigh the dew drops stare at thee like a million eyes for they have to disappear in the morn and die but neither will they wink, nor will they smile and there are also the creatures of the dark for we, who can see the light are graced with the dark at night but those blind to the light at night are blessed with sight so beware of their watchful eyes this darkness hides the truth as well as the lies the path we tread is as a serpent uncoiled but if thou must know dear it leads to a brook where lovers are exiled surrender thy tender hand and let my hand be thy sight tread softly and do stay close beside tread as thou would while walking on the sea's tide but let us settle here, where I can see the moonlight be the clear water and the moon's stare i implore thee to hold thy peace open thy eyes and kill thy sleep look at me and let my love into thy eyes seep but let me speak on dear hold thy hand to my bosom, not to my lips feel my heartbeats as the water drips raising concentric ripples in thy heart unlike water, in which they are soon to depart and let them be thy heart's consort the silence hides in our shadow's delight and in lover's lane does it espy upon two silhouettes in the moonlight whisper a word and watch the silence die for none can let it perturb two love birds in flight but from where comes this sparkle so bright but did i see in thy eyes the love light for thy eyes have a tender colour shown and thy voice takes on a delectable tone and thy lips utter a mutinous moan surely thou art but an impatient beloved and what fate holds for thee cannot be said but true love overcomes fates slow tread that destiny is dead you will be able to tell when the love inside thy heart rebels and thy tender kiss converts the Heaven to Hell but not now love, for i have more to say but look at thee, thou art a woman and never did a woman surrender on her own ye like to be conquered, so no one knows and defences thou hast none and yet ye pretend to be stronger than anyone but a woman's dilemmas are many confess of thy love and lose thy self-esteem lose it and fulfill thy dream or pretend thou are not what thou may seem the moon gives a grimace i see, it grows envious of thy glowing face for in thy presence its gleams are lost without a trace and lock thy lips love for the echoes of thy melodious call makes the nightingales look small the water murmurs secret songs of the deep alone listen to it, for it might of some hidden treasure tell or of lovers on whom some misfortune befell or it might say that, i am the beau for this belle take it in thy white hand and let it flow, as pearls in a strand it seems these drops are from some dreamland touch the water and make it divive hold it to thy lips and turn it to wine wine was made for lovers and poets for the rest God made the water saline the pebbles thou see, are but diamonds in deep slumber but colder then the dark nights of November the shine that belongs to the diamonds the drowsy night now keeps but thy eyes glitter, when the diamonds go to sleep but do tell me hast thou descended from the Heaven above a white angel that opossed the Lord defied the warlord's Heavenly abode fell from the sky as a single spark and sank into my heart like the song of the skylark but fear not his furious flames for when he floods the land with the water and the dark i will escape with thee in Noah's Ark and in my arms thou shalt on an endless journey embark but now, wilt thou give a smile for thy lover and promise to be in my arms forever but behold this rosiness they cheeks bloom like no flower did ever thy skin is softer than thy silken clothes and my breath has never been so close to play with thee, as the butterflies play with the rose and i can hear more than just mere words can discern thy whispers, thy heartbeats and thy moans can perceive thy arms like my own let my words into thy dreams perish for these are the moments thou wilt cherish when i am no more to fulfill thy every wish thy lamenting lips will afford, but one kiss but then there will be none to be had and none to be missed lying in my amorous arms thy head on my bosom rests like the sun, that now lies serene in the West but thy arms know no rest they creep as two serpents upon my breast and mould into one at the spine and ensnare my body in an intimate arrest it seems thou art by my love possessed and i am but in thy sweet caress thy garments steal all thy warmth but thy lover is content with thy never ending charm inflame my heart in this frigid night of November with sparks from thy hearts embers and awaken my soul from its slumber i can hear thy heartbeats run on my own and talk of things that only heartbeats know the viens on thy breast run like streams in the snow and thy aroma dissipates into my body as venom, that kills but slow thy locks fall carelessly, as water upon the seashore silk threads that weave a web around me and imprison my heart more and more weave thy locks around me until i seem to be thy silken sweet dream thou hast the eyes that can stir a storm and smiles that surpass the sun's warmth thou hast the beauty, thou hast the charm it seems i have held Heaven in my arms and love has invaded thy heart, but in a guise for it is made of dreams from Paradise and let thy lover's lures thy dreams adorn forget thy sorrows and thy qualms be as wise as the child unborn and lie in my arms like a sleeping swan and awaken to find that i have made thee as young as the first light of dawn
Reason for writing:
Could'nt get it published
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