I find that I

despair in certain

circumstances;

cut scene, curtains!

---

I may draw

only what I see

because real

differs to me.

---

I’m peculiar

but I hate not;

I won’t forget

eyes I sought.

---

The other day

and last night,

now the bough

it breaks not.

---

Told I did her

truth in a note.

That her eyes

keep me afloat.

---

That when in

hell I’ll be,

that her eyes

will I think.

---

To stave torment

brought in hours.

In twisted ivy in

burning flowers.

---

All despair so

sweetly set adrift.

Every thought in

fog she does lift.

---

The world is

forlorn and lost.

She appeared

amid it to cross.

---

Deceptors haunt

her precious glow.

All I want is her

respected to grow.

---

They speak ill

tawdry jives;

her profession

is in their hive.

---

I would hope

as days roll by

they treat her as

queen in the sky.