Sonnet # 2 If...If love, oh love!, was made of words...Sonnet # 2 If... by ~Shavelin
If words of love, oh love!, were made...
If so effortlessly could I
Escape a loveless fate's cold blade
would I ,then, speak to get thy love
and write of thee untill I fade?
Or perhaps love thee with mere words,
words with wich for thy love I prayed.
my words are made of love, you see,
but love is not by them, oh me!
ForlornForlornForlorn by ~Shavelin
falling in love with this music
falling in love with these verses
trying to forget worn blessings
trying to accept my curses
trying to forget your passion
i am left with no other choice
but to love these fine melody
in order to forget your voice
but so it's been written, indeed.
each melody comes to an end
and fire is turned to ashes
let us not upon this contend
and so dies the lovely tune
upon which my life depends.