Adorable

A wretched poesy written sans thee
Is farewell to the verse I dost espy
A praising not a tone philippic be
Thine espousal shan’t wipe my sorrows dry
Nor shalt thy luminous eyes rise and shine
To tell of love which hast I never known
E’en in my evening dreams thou can’t be mine
Why should this vestal passion love alone?
To behold thy conceit is my dear pray
To those master-stars, writers of each tale
Of lives enriched only to waste away
And thou art a beauty calls to unveil

Rather than art, on thee I out my stare
    My lovely, dreamy, adorable fair

Courtesy : Manny Fajutag