Mourning Reign

I spent hours
absorbing thy words.
Drowning in
your voice and poetry,
completely
consum'd.
My years hath been
entombed with thou
encapsulate loveliness,
and entirely tressed
about your hallow'd
melodies.
O! how I
love thee!
Epitome of light's
beauty!
You doth encumber mine
wretch'd cheek,
And pardon this
such pointed and anger'd
window.
I shan't dement
thou couth 'nd
mourning
crudity.
I would not deny
thou holy
lips to chasten me
the woes of
th' martyrd'm of
affections.
Because I spent hours
about your
flower tongue,
'nd I liv'd days
inside thou fragile
Morpheus reign.
O!
Immort soul.
Confound.