Sinful Split Second
How dare thou, 'O cursed eyes To blink when such a sight divine Of my Dew Drop, in her snowy dress As her dimples blush, two cups of wine If thou thinketh so little of me To steal a tenth of a second of she Then mark my words, 'O eyes of mine I shall rob all the light from thee And if thee shall meet thine capacity I shall dissever my soul from body; Float & haunt the ethereal land To bathe in her grace, for eternity So I bless thee a chance to be blest Pardon thy sins of hellish crest; Be now watchful, be so still And let me mark each one of her threads - By Ritvij. 16-Jan-25.