DEATH OF A LOVE

Songs- that love known no fear stream through the air ,

Do they know the Orb has prickly needles!

Thy love-face shined like the moon on cloudless nite.

Thy eyes were the stars the heavenly  daughters ,

Thy voice like the rarest tunes, touching every hearth and soul,

Thy breast full and pointed like the tip of a thorn,

As thee pass by – beautiful tunes did follow hinder

Thy swinging hips moved the crowd – and silenced the nite making the heavens even listen and cry out thy noun-

“Love, oh love”

And when thee start to sing new tunes…..tunes of freedom of our souls-affections…

All were spellbound to thy enchanting.

But now….look at thee….look at thy face has wrinkled with years of loneliness and greed to have it all….,

Loneliness has thy splendor diminished and dug trenches on thee…

Greed stole thy eyes sparkles and slacken thy beautiful  firm breast oh! Old thee look now without passion within…..

Oh love…thee have died away from within-out.