Foiled by a pen,
Wrote a word too embedded in love,
Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,
And marked my heart,
Words that should raise,
My heinous mind.
Fairy of the night,
With wings that shed flakes of snow,
There is, for you, a palace you should know.
It was for when we created peace,
By a night dipped in passion,
Eyes upon Heaven,
And bodies burned in Hell.
We shed dew into a new morning,
And made honey in our embrace.
Love brought time, apart,
While we danced the bed to start
Love grows like thorns upon the rose,
While lust sinks the petals to wilt.
Kiss me, once more, as I write this verse,
Kiss me with the memory of when we first conversed.