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.