LOVE Lament
They tell me in a question what do I have?
They quell and poo my ardent desire for you.
They are in need of remembering
just what love is all about.
They never pester me with doubts
they can tell I am sincere.
Their problem is within themselves,
they can not access what we have.
They can not take my love away from me.
That is their own lament to make to one another
in the darkness of the night no one around.
The love eye found for you will never leave me,
even though they place me in the ground,
in peaceful solitude of death.
The places and the feelings that I found.
The love is loves lament.
Not heart ache but heart lament.
