“In black ink my love may still shine bright.”― William Shakespeare
Those
prolonged nights, invincible thus far
Cometh
grow’st by the cloven of ‘We’.
Thou
being mine and the world purely our(s)
With
each trice spent when enamored of thee.
Deliciate
thou whisper sweet nothings
Snuggled
with glee, bonded, never forgo.
Love
inscrib’d as forever engravings
Sorry
but to see ye yearn ember blow.
Lurking
in shadow, thy return it craves
This
canst be verge of mine in thine play.
O Wil
Shakespeare, though unparall’d thou staves
But
lov’st of mine be impalpable all way.
Divine
my love, will bring back salvation
With
thy flow, booz’d unto destination.
The Love in Your Heart wasn't put there to stay,
Love isn't Love till You give it Away..
