Monday, 20 July 2015

A Phantom of Delight

Her face was far so fair,
Embellished by soft brown hair,
Broad of forehead, little of eye,
Brighter like the april sky.

A phantom of delight,
As is the meniscus-moon so bright.
Dazzling smile and charming voice,
Would trap thee and make you rejoice.

The li'l hole in her heart,
Was the only awful part.
The wound couldn't be heal'd,
And her weakness was revealed.

A soul so near to divine,
Reason behind the sunshine.
Faded in the calm and frosty air,
Over the valley deep and bare.