Awaken fair maiden,
renounce perpetual peace,
beseech dreams to bequeath
love’s whispers
upon thy awaiting blush
‘Tis I
whom not heeded
wasted moments
as silent pools pervade
beckoning thee
in hues of painted sunrise,
bereavement now beats
thy heart’s slumber
ablaze
for thou hast encompassed
thy essence
convalescing a vanished soul~
pledging unbounded adulation
upon thy heavenly lips,
sealing fidelities fate;
I kiss thee
farewell~

In spite of (or maybe because of) growing up as a tomboy between two brothers, I have always been rather fond of the "thee's" & "thou's" found within classical poetry, Jazzy.
You've engaged them in such a delicate & effective manner, my Friend. I don't think this is dark, although it could conceivably be construed as such. Love can never truly be considered as dark; that would be lust or infatuation. Thank you for entering my contest, Poet. Good luck, Sweetie.





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