Blighted by Your Beauty

Blighted by your beauty,
I ask you if it's fair-
to shine so brightly,
O jewel so rare.

Left forever wanting-
a gemstone I can't obtain,
an image so haunting,
yet empty-handed I remain.

Trading Fate- in progress

Left to love unrequited,
By hand of fate,
The glove- best and fitted.

I'd trade this pair to find a new-
that combined our paths and gave me you.

Poison

Sin is but a poison oh so sweet,
a victim to its taste,
we continue to eat.

Wise men resist,
fools get their full,
they can try what they might,
but life still pays its toll.