Poezja

Fallen has your soft voice from the sky
Pinning me down by and by
I can't dance to your sweet chime
I've no rhythm no such rhyme

What laws should I hold on to
Can't cut the ropes I'm clinging to
I won't blabber about my fate
My love is yours forget the stake

The Ceremonial Laws of Whipping Gods
Can't bar me from you my sweet dear
Though I have sharp educated swords
Losing you is my only fear

My stream of life begins to sing
To corners of my heart the rhythm you bring
Giving me a new experience every time
I set my eyes on your face so fine

Push me not down the steep slope
I'm not giving up on your wink of hope
Like iron to magnet you I'll follow
Be it at peak or at hollow