Enchanted
O fountain of my undying love
Wherefore thou art entrapped
Thou art utterly dismay
Thy heart is consume within
Thy Joy wither for the unknown
When hope say arise
Thou refuse a second chance
To be arose from hate
Forgive thy first love
And let thy colourful dove be seen
Let thy curve be visible to my enchanted mind
My magic hand to trace thy bodily world
This poem is about:
Me