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.

A Convenient Shade

A convenient shade,
E'en a shell could do,
A companion made,
While fair eyes pursue.

Sip the sweet,
Heart of honey and manna dew,
A soul deplete,
But the fair made anew.

Baiting, baiting,
Abruptly ends,
A broken heart,
Left to mend.

Left alone,
While fair hand-in-hand,
Comfort companion,
Nothing more than a broken man.

The Despair of a Love Song

He knows her eyes completely,
Her piercing stare,
Her arms fair skin- when lit,
Faintly covered in light brown hair,
And her perfume that distracts.
Does he not despair?
Dare the yellow fog profess to one so gentle and so fair?

Fair and Sweet Hummingbird

Fair and sweet Hummingbird,
with withered branches I yearn,
I sit restless, breathless, for your return.

I retrace your dart,
fluttering from flower to flower,
I remember your exit,
left with a bitter taste when the nectar went sour.

Alas, I can only bend and creak,
If only Boreas and Zephyr could bless me to speak,
and fly through my leaves,
then I would whisper a plea,
"Bird of Paradise, please forgive me".