Ellirie Aviles


A Writer's Plea To His Love - Poem by Ellirie Aviles

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?


Comments about A Writer's Plea To His Love by Ellirie Aviles

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/29/2013 7:50:00 PM)

    let me inhale the bliss of life, good write, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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