For My Love - Poem by Tir Last
I have lived a thousand lives in your eyes,
Painted portraits of a thousand angels
In trying to capture you on canvas.
I have seen the Cherubim, Seraphim,
Blush so sweetly red at your saintly hymn.
Your form holds the wind in captivity,
I have lived a thousand lies for your eyes,
Painted a thousand demons to hold you
Down, so I may hold that which I, in
My base form, my loathsome mortality,
Could naught but gaze at- as one, who, drowning
Stares upwards at the beckoning light fast
I have contorted my form to hide me
From the wind, who, having recently lost
Its esteem, rejoices for my lesser
Form reminds of its superiority.
For you, my loathsome Love, I have suffered
A thousand deaths in a solitary
Breath, every day of my ever lonely
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