Poetic Rhyme

Let the mad poets say what they please
For beauty is truth, true beauty, that is all.
At tender eye-drawn of aurorean love
You disperse the seeds of innocence into my heart.
And now my guard has fallen
For I have become weak and under your spell.
Nevertheless, I render my joy
To a woman so beautiful, lineal of a goddess indeed.

Bleedeth my veins they shall
To see you walk the purest of heaven's dreams.
No regrets of how one feels for thee,
Like the hidden scent of an unbudded rose.
And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake!
Believe how I love thee, believe how near
My soul is to its doom.
I would not grieve
For love is divine, as divine as it can be.
I set my weary soul in flames to please.

No honour, no pride, no glory I hold inside.
Just my love at stake
And your free will to decide.
Cut mercy with a sharp knife to the bone.
A fool I may be possibly,
But love laws I speak with tears,
For you know now of the love
I kept within my heart
For you ever more, my dear.
  ¶ 10:10 PM