Relent Poem by H Seeking

Ignore the lament
Of that one black moment
It only fills one with torment
Relent, relent, oh! please relent
The hurt was never meant

The green eyed monster arose
When life mixed with prose
Why do you suppose?
Can thou these feelings oppose
or even casually dispose?

Thou art too precious to be shared
Yet tis selfish to keep ensnared
A light for the world
And every eye to behold
Thou art meant for the young and the old

To relish, to behold
To cherish, to be bold
To keep, to honour
Surely not in a corner
But on a pedestal high

Mere mortals can only let out a sigh
And behold with their naked eye
Sights of heaven
Ten thousand and seven
Each day between nine and eleven

Be thine self, thou art unique
Do not hesitate to freely speak
Your words we desperately seek
Each hour, each day, each week
Please speak, please speak, please speak!