Love Potion
movingfinger
Posts: 117
Love Potion
There is a bed,
That I abide in,
On which you
Sit and softly
cry in,
so I cup
And
Catch your tears
And make a stew
of rocks, fears,
And morning dew
And sit
And spoon
This
To your lips
Until your eyes
Begin to dry
And your head
Begins to dip
Slowly
Into
Some sugar
Sweetened dream
There is a bed,
That I abide in,
On which you
Sit and softly
cry in,
so I cup
And
Catch your tears
And make a stew
of rocks, fears,
And morning dew
And sit
And spoon
This
To your lips
Until your eyes
Begin to dry
And your head
Begins to dip
Slowly
Into
Some sugar
Sweetened dream
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
Post edited by Unknown User on
0
Comments
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green