Ellirie Aviles


A Writer's Plea to his Love


Thou art mine sugar
for thy brought me sweet
Thou art mine power
Let me stand by mine feet

aye! thou art mine ephemeral all
yet whilst thy heart beat
mine heart's pace was dying
for I hath no time for it

Prove me naught I was lame
Prove me naught I ne'er
yet hither in 'twas same
to fade was it ne'er

I was enamoured with words
My pen was as worthy
I cannot murder it by swords
hath to get my mind empty

Aye! I hath trouble with time
for it cuts me to pieces
and I cannot sing with a rhyme
to walk on same path was lifeless!

let me inhale the bliss of life,
let me sense the rare sunshine
and let the ink spill on my hands
Imprison me or should I pay fine?

Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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