Thursday, February 16, 2017

For you

Moving mountains, parting seas,
Deeds that lovers please.
Wooed love, admantine.
To be loved beyond dying.

That love, is for the strong,
Like life, lopsided; mostly wrong.
Fighting evils within the self,
This love I feel is a saving grace.

I won't kill dragons to win your affection,
Nor shout to the world my mind.
I'll hand to you, with shaking knees,
my being and a knife.