Lady in Mourn

Lady of mine, cry your sorrows on my shoulder
for I shall be the bearer of your tears
and hence, I shall cast them all to the heavens high
and make the angels weep in silence for your suffering
for they acknowledge your wounded soul and heart.
Lady of mine, encounter shelter in my embrace
cold as it is, it shall seek for the warmth of your constitution
and provide you with a site of eternal redemption.
Pour your mourning weep in me
for I shall be the sentinel of your protection
the outlet of your desperation and lamentations
which have remorselessly whipped your soul and heart
on behalf of a slefish love
which has thoughtlessly turned its back on you
and has provided you with a bunch of dead roses
which thorns have entered your heart, leaving it bleeding
and on the brink of an agonising feeling for life.
Lady of mone, provide me with your lips moistured in tears,
and I shall give you mine with no regrets or fears,
for I rather kiss you endlessly,
than seeing you offering your tears to a dead love long gone...


RQ
Moscow
18/5/10
12.20pm