I Shall Still Love Thee Poem by Akshita Kohli

Why doth I still love thou,
Why; I ask my pulverized heart
With which thou played
Striking it, anon in stupor; like a game of thy magnetic venomous dart

And so when I hear yon vitriolic thunder
Athwart in dark dense dells,
Oh ensepulchred in thy caves of hatred, my inamorato;
Prithee pardon me, I plead as my heart yells

I still love thou,
Walking on a track where thorns melt in anguish and despair
Where seasons of sorrow muster courage to hold my agonized wretched heart;
Wandering aimlessly, looking for thou, here and there
But how mayst I stop;
When I know yon the dirge of my quietus is not very far

And so I shall still love thee
Yearning to see thou, ere our entangled paths divide
When thou assaulted me,
But I still loved thee
To my kith and kin - for thee, I lied

Sitting aloof midst briars, Oh my swain
How mayst I stop loving thee;
Prithee look back; like the honey yellow autumn grass still swaying in yonder dried orchid pansies
Thy black and blue wounds cusping my body; was it thy only fancy?

But I always wish best for thee, oh my beloved
Prithee come back, I cry in tis cold virulent rain; for our exquisite bond, anon asunder, but it nay set me free
Ere midst the now dry sheaves of our transient mesmerising love; their hubbubs my last priceless rejoice,
Forsooth thou my inamorato,
My love for thee foraye a sacred fane;
My body, heart and soul - only for thee,
Alas alas! It now embalms thy sweet sinful pain,
but I shall still love thee..