Snow's Sonnet # 1 - Poem by Maia Padua
Oh love' hurt me not, spare me; my plea,
Hear me now; I am so distraught of thee;
Everyday tend to erase me from thought,
Tomorrow's vague, yesterday, blues it brought.
Trees stopped swaying, thy sleepy morning breeze,
The dews that used to dance in its leaf, freeze.
In midst of crumbling wall; music falters,
Unlocking chain, mending thy melody,
Thy voice though not seen like gold that glitters,
Fallen unto me, wrapping my body,
Upon thy moonlight shine the seraph stares
Oh love, my soul, in thine mystery, glares.
Thou bare me, take everything, I won't frown
Only, leave a treasure, love; mine to own.
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