Evermore

Another sort-of-dark poem on obsessive love...i like my idea of using the growth of the river as a means to depict the passage of time, n the growing obsession...if u will pardon the self-preening :P

Evermore

Under the moonlight, by that pristine trickle,

I wait evermore, desperate and fickle.

Knowing full well that you will not come,

But then I’ve given you my heart, soul and then some.

Under the moonlight, by that stream,

I’ll drown in your eyes, with their sorrow of a requiem.

Or lay awake in a stupor, to dream deep,

In your dark hair, where the night goes to sleep.

Under the moonlight, by that gurgling sway,

I yearn to win you from him every other day.

But unnoticed, as in your ignorance I suffer,

I resolve if you aren’t mine, you shan’t be of another.

Under the moonlight, by that swirling water,

This night ring the sounds of dark slaughter.

And your admirer of years, that you cared not to know,

Shall watch you ebb away as your crimson will flow.

Under the moonlight, by that roaring river,

I wait evermore, right where you’ll lie forever.

Knowing full well that you can never come,

But then I’ve given you my heart, soul and then some.