Night

A sweetest girl I've ever seen,
With spurious smiles, holding dreams,
In her hedged heart, having never been,
Hurt on purpose, so beautifully gleams,
Her skin in the dark, raining, her eyes,
Betraying the mystery, sprinkles at a time,
What thinks she, does she, or all my lies?

Stabs intermittent, rejections in dust,
On this paved path, so strong I stay must,
For what else is love, if not your smile,
Your cheer, your joy, your glory, your just,
And yes the same, nevertheless,
Even if--I'll try--you're not mine...

The delightful thunder, showering wry hopes,
Am I to proceed, but unable to cope?
A precipice of mess, a misstep away,
So maybe I will never, say my heart today,
Let this thread blossom, alone, as it may,
What's to do or be done, I am none to say,
Forgot, forgotten, a day may come I cower,
But my fancy for her, will never unflower.

Freefall

Days of past, being survived in mind,
Living lifeless, lamenting life unkind,
A drop of pure chance, miscible as wish,
Asking first in life time, what falter feeling is this?

Verily etched inexorable, this stratum in,
Guilt self-condoned, but still as much in sin,
Conflicted pushes, never though will come shove,
Just for jiffy, felled fortuitous felt love.

Love? Or lust? Sweet semblance of a friend?
Or a present the present, doth benevolently send?
Ever-slipping answers, heart engraved encore,
First time again, am' falling in love so more?