I was inspired to post these, by seeing that Z had the guts to post hers. So please tell me what you think, give me some feedback, etc. I'm thinking of approaching a publisher, btw.
It matters not how black the night doth seem; E'en blackest night shall soon give way to day. If this be insubstantial, as a dream, Then would my dream not end, and I could stay Lest on my waking I should pierce the veil And with bright morning's light, percieve that this, Happy illusion's nothing but a tale, I beg thee for a gentle touch - a kiss So might I always have a memory Of thee that time's clutch might not from me steal Also would I ask that thou might think of me And know that love I feel for thee is real. Alas, I wake! The spell is broke, and yet, I swear to seek thee and to not forget.
Our love is sweet like honey, Better and more beautiful than money. Passion's lost within, our souls; replacing all the worn and weathered holes. My love, the one and only, You who are my dearest and my only...
Aeterno Per Amor
Love Eternal
Eternal Love for you so fair fore'er And a day shall be the time in wich I Shall love thee always evermore, for ere the fairest stars and moon did light the sky 'Twas then my love for you was surely born of magic made reality through grace's gift and forging then the shield against the 'lorn To guard true lovers and their spirits lift Thus Fated for true happiness and love Thou art my my evening star and morning dove.
D'Ange Sans Ailes
Angel Without Wings
Destined through eternity, To bear witness to th' woe; Thus was born his agony, Not his to change - but know. This, not able to believe, Journeyed forth to rewrite fate And Destiny to bereave. Stood unyeilding at the Gate. Twixt thresholds of Death and Life, Defiant of th' future caste Punishèd for this, this strife, As he from Hea'ens light was cast. Banishèd from paradise, 'Neath the light from heaven flew, Seeking to disprove the Wise, With his heart, sans what he knew. Far from light his travels went, Wandered darkened realms and lands. When his hope was nearly spent, He grasped th' Truth within his hands. For this quest, 'twas not for naught. Th' ancient truth; a derelict Over which, was second wrought; So broke he Fate's edict. His heartbreaking Masterpiece. That Fate was never writ; Forged from Love and Sacrifice, Offered up his ravaged Soul for 't. Thus in his last 'lorn fight, Fought 'gainst Destiny's Decree, Lost redemption and the Light; Strippèd of his wings was he.
She called me by name, & I would have came. If not for the wall That shut out her call. Her love was taken From me the forsaken.
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