Remembrance Of Your Name Poem by Brise Fille

Though I ponder this thought deeply,
Long and still I stood;
If ever be a sound so sweetly
To turn away I would;
Lost, in awe, of your perfection
That deepest flaws hath made;
The smallest light of your reflection,
Stood, yet marked the blade.
To burn so earnest is eyes of trust?
I've never wonder so;
Let the spread of cold and dust,
Rummage to and fro
Kiss of life hath punished me;
To know your blessed name
Though the maiden use to be
Shall never yet he tame.
Cursed time freeze yet one moment;
Kill my treacherous past.
Forget the life that does yet torment;
And doth let happiness last.
I faint in sorrow of remembrance;
Your face, is all the same.
Yet still walk in the fear of hindrance;
Of remembering your name.
Yes, the still cold wind in December;
Doth still whisper your name.