As the Troughs and Crests of waves,
After a moon lit night, in consummation eclipsed,
Hope, always, laced with Despair,
Pray, as I will, each night, yet!
The eyes around, yet none I want to fathom,
Those that impress, yet lies no prospect.
In darkness of her hair, I lie entwined,
Days are tinged with perils of perdition.
Exulting graciousness, eternally pure,
Diffident I remain, dissected of dreams.
Linger through, will she within,
Shoulder agony for eternity should I?
The enigma inquires though, subtly,
Exacting diminutively the strength within,
Betrayed, forever, Lady Luck, you deceiver,
Imploding beliefs, exacting joy.
