Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Stop Loving Love


Accede me to enlighten thou a plain veracity,

That impedes us from being more witty.

The truth that I have dissected and skilled.

A verity that has not hitherto been revealed.


A deep weed ridden lake of my sorrow,

A grief which even a life can’t borrow.

A sting which I amass from every bee,

A twinge that life presents to me.


But Thou shall not endure the pain,

Of the love akin to the bead of rain.

My plea will uphold thee from menace,

And my words will get thee out of love race.


Just pursue me till the conclusion,

And snoop my words with filled meditation.

Avert diminishing in futile love,

And fly with me like a pallid gratis dove.