The Plea, Heal Me After All That I Have Been Through
The Plea, Heal Me After All That I Have Been Through
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
Since that summer, time and love have both flown
Your tender heart knows not how I have grown,
And my past ways now do truly disown,
Among winter's weeping and dying leaves
Lives a broken soul that so deeply grieves,
Its prayers begging from above, reprieves,
Now that days too oft resembles dark nights
Moon balks, refusing to alter its sights,
My darkness absolute, I cry for lights,
You a true goddess so wondrously made
To see again, anything I would trade,
Alas! Pray I your image will not fade,
Your exaltation, weeping spirit weaves
From dreams of touch that never deceives,
For greatest of hope, this mortal believes,
Good things come to he who faithfully waits
begging love's rewards, not tempting dark Fates,
to deny true love again before the Pearly Gates,
O' goddess, mercy please return to me
Without you I am as a dying tree,
A ship in a dark and deserted sea,
Look upon this wretched dishearten man
For truth in your love restore if you can,
Holding you once more, has been my plan,
These many decades heart has deeply bled
Holding memories of our nights instead,
Now abandoned I feel entombed and dead,
Return your love lost before I perish
For no other beauty do I cherish,
End my torment that is so nightmarish,
Let true romance gift us our love anew
In heaven's light, be we wedded as two,
Heal me after all that I have been through,
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
R.J. Lindley, November 9- 1979
Tripled Rhymes,
( Words cast from a shattered soul and broken heart )
Note:
This dark into a torn apart heart eats
birthing ravages from deep epic defeats
as day and night hurl grief as falling pain
and I seek that no mortal can attain!
Ubi amor vere mortuis resurrectionem non esse?
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