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.