by Unknown
Aug 2009 374 Views 7 comments
Touch the Scarlet
Just touch the scarlet of my heart.
Don’t say to me you’ll never leave,
Don’t play me for a fool naïve.
Just pierce my heart as if a dart,
Then from the wound I’ll come apart.
But for me may you never grieve,
Just touch the scarlet.
Now take my essence, sweet and tart.
Upon my head lay down your sleeve,
To cover now my hearts last heave.
Don’t ever play the martyrs part,
Just touch the scarlet.
© 2004
Don’t say to me you’ll never leave,
Don’t play me for a fool naïve.
Just pierce my heart as if a dart,
Then from the wound I’ll come apart.
But for me may you never grieve,
Just touch the scarlet.
Now take my essence, sweet and tart.
Upon my head lay down your sleeve,
To cover now my hearts last heave.
Don’t ever play the martyrs part,
Just touch the scarlet.
© 2004
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Comments (7)
a nice poem..
i like this line.."Don’t say to me you’ll never leave"
go ..on..
sabeel.