The Heart Yearns For What It Treasured
In a mirage, yearns of love expand,
With dream's ember, a cue evokes
Amid the antsy gusts, that demand,
There lies a pine, which provokes
For the bond, lingering to withstand.
By the veins, leading to the imprints,
Along thy allure, as Juliet, revered
Unto the beacon, that confers hints,
A white, in disguise, has smeared
An amity, once potent, lost sprints.
At the quirky night, a hitch rouses,
Akin to Orsino, the confess veils
'Twixt Sea's heart, Caliban drouses,
Since the split elicits, parting trails
Thy ardor, faux veil, my soul espouses.
Lost in reveries, near August's glow,
Onto a link, sprang from entwining
Back toward April, into a bonny woe,
Mind's fortress grins, with twinning
'Tis done or not, left calm in a flow.
Over the aurora, withal its glistens,
The fragility drops, like a falling star
Unknown to adored, the star listens,
Wasn't amity; my love for thou, at par
Born to treasure, so inner calm hastens.
Anon, like Orpheus, the heart yearns,
Thy former restored, to again I love
Like Antony, elixir stays, rear thy spurns,
Despite thy repulses, lining the rough
On an anecdote, penned for returns.
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