Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse
The machine stops to recapture its stasis
Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage,
The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse
The pump of the sweet amorous concoction
Tastes tart to the disused forlorn tongue
Maybe the machine leeks this viscous fluid
To purchase desire at the body's auction
This nature's request for the suitable mate
While the soul of the failure still remains,
Cranks the contraption most vital gears
As a mismatched tic toc at hearts gate
The betrayal of knowing the truth and never
Ever leaving the past wholly shatters me
The Sunlover wants to bloom when the light
Shines darker than the doubt of forever
That is the heart's betrayal
Viewing the sunrise through my wasted eyes
unfold as the tears of my broken dreams,
I remember the beauty of my dear beloved
The ultimate ambush to my lonely skies
The hangover of rejection lingers for eternity.
The addictive touch of tenderness I want
While the robot engines cannot cope with it,
The tired heart goes for failed shot infinity
What is this web which I was woven into?
Falling for eight, then nine, bonus ten
Tic toc the clock; pump, pumped the blood
Wild need, whispers required to ensue
And whilst I dig the grave where I shall lend
Haunting me is the ever burning question
Will ever the craving for love be truly done?
Hope is said to never falter, to never end
That is the heart's betrayal
The never ending brush of desire swirls
A portrait of novel passion; her soft
Features, angelic voice, immaculate lips
And this issue prevails with all the girls
In the mind's museum, they become a bust
Of hard intangible romantic interests
And as a collection vice, the gallery will not
Stop letting in more miscellany of lust
Appreciating the astral beauty, bemusing
In the details, worshipping personality,
Requiring such unity to expel the loneliness
This hearts motives forever bruising
The interest in a woman thus take shape
To form the most ethereal phantom
A ghost that results in dreams of icy mist
A myth of warmth, fleeting escape
That is the heart's betrayal
Once betrothed to be my suitable mate,
Wishes my dream fairy granted me
Far and wide we would venture, brave souls
Only in my fantasy, this surreal bate
Thus, the later ultimatum comes unexpected
When company the moment yearns
This muse's portrait matures into sorrow
We were genuinely never connected
The cold from this epiphany ardently churns
The blood that petrifies the machine
'She is not the right one, ' an echo of misery
Even if elusive, she hurts me; it burns
Passion may come and go, a scar of flare
A tempest of feelings of the unruly kind
The spark is a mystery to solve, misguided
The hurt of a hollow kinship and despair
One day the soul its mate will find, the heart
Will have a home to call in the light
But now the frozen pump in darkness lingers
Waiting the mistake of love to depart
It all goes back to the beginning
And that is the heart's betrayal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem