a soul blazing with radiance
cloaked in celestial grace
that tender light lingers
upon her face
inviting every gaze to wonder
how serene and gentle
her heart must be
forsaken..
reaching riven restless romance
betrayed by the night
my love, oh dearest, my love!
rests upon a weary sky
still kissing the wound
from the dregs of dusk's hue
that bitter star grows ever dazed
begging briefly in borrowed bliss
but bruised beams bleed beneath
the echo of her heart
glows soft and true
in silent moments,
her beauty breaks through
even the light
finds reasons just to see
the magic she carries
so effortlessly
and if it be my lot
but to be thy love's thrall
to bow 'fore
the tyranny of thine eyes
methinks I have already fallen prey
to the very first glance of thine eyes
'tis a dire fate, my paramour...
for I am naught but powerless
to desist from adoring thee
#Archaic#Shakespearean