You grow enthusiastically depressed over being lovelessThe moonlight kissing my skin under the purple skiesMy vision faded from red to an igneous blueAn indefinite color with such a hueThen the lights flickered laterI'm desperate to get someLove from a characterThat doesn't evenExist but in theTemptation ofThe Moon myFictionalAdmirerHas justFallenFor
And then you start falling with the snow...Captured by its wings of endless purity...But at the end of all the intrigued memories...You will always find yourself to melt...Mesmerized back as liquefied water...Pale as blue like the crystal clear sky...Rising above the condensated clouds...Then releasing all its wrath and hatred...Back once again as the plain liquid...Incinerated by the furnace of the sun...Tormented high up with its infuriating blaze...But back again as the normal taste of water...Its unknown innocence lies beneath us...Just so transparent as the pale canopies of the sky...Still the same all throughout...Despite of all the millions of seasons we have...
I'm sorry my dear love...I just can't choose a decision...I'm not ready to uplift your name...I must let go of our chronicles...But your fragile ceramic skin...Just so plain and so breakable...I can't stand watching you being tormented...Shattering down all the things you enjoy the most...But I'm just not inexplicably ready...Nor sure of my compassionate decisions...There's one thing that's pulling me away...Love it is, but so uncertain, so faded to perceive...I don't want to pick up the shattered pieces I made...Because it's nearly impossible...For me to salvage without getting hurt...It's just so hard to let go...
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,