ionic urchin
Oh heart, burdened with love's heavy chains,
Who counts the moments of her grace:
Chasing after that elusive, distant plane,
Where the beloved's affection finds its place.
In her presence, I am a mask, hidden in dark,
A soul lost within the tempest sea:
Struggling to find the self I used to know,
In her presence, I am not me, but we.
But she's entwined with another's spell,
And my soul, a wounded bird, it weeps,
I shrivel to myself, falter and dwell,
As they dance in love, my heart silently keeps.
worn mirage