He still wishes for the cloths of heaven

He still wishes for the cloths of heaven

The dreams have trampled and

The cloths have seared.

The night is cruel and

The heart has been speared.

The joy is lost but

the alley is gleamingly lit.

The wait is excruciating,

as if the arms are slit

He lives to cherish love

and can gladly greet death.

Would she need him, he'll

comeback beyond his last breath.

His smile is missing but

her image is still graven.

The stars are too far but

he still wishes cloths of heaven.

@loner

Extant Love

Extant Love

They say love leads to God,

but I say there is joy when I seek you.

They say God leads to solace,

but there is love when I reach you .

They say mortals suffer when they love,

but I say there is happiness in the quest.

They say adoration cannot be extant,

but there is exhilaration when expressed.

They say everybody doesn't recognise love

but I say this is law of nature.

They say forget the uncordial,

but this would be a bad gesture.

They say do not pursue the virago ,

but I say my life has no choice.

They say it is a fatuous fable,

but then this is my only rejoice.

@loner