15 November 2012
My attempt at Shakespeare/olde world lingo lol ;-)
O' love, why hath thy abandoned thee? Why doth thee feel so hopeless and empty? Like barrels of wine we drank so merrily I pour thy heart out in desperate misery
'Tis the ache and sorrow thy feels For thee pain and hurt never heals 'Tho one is often reminded of your sweetest scent In gardens blooming from time there spent
''Twas but a year to this very day when thee was taken I heal not since thy heart be broken Thy dreams of happiness with thee frozen Like an unwound clock with chimes unspoken
O' love of thy life, where shall thee be now? In dreams upon a wish to taste and kiss somehow? In violins and pianos that doth please un-expectant crowds? On thy scent of fresh cut grass where fields were ploughed? Love seek thee soon before death doth call a mournful sound
O' Love • Opuss № I