LETTER TO MY MISTRESS

You looked down upon me still in that struggle to wave

Painful as yet, an indelible memory it was to save

As the Great Voyager floated you off to a faraway place,

You let me no lust for a final embrace.

If this image of your departure lingers to my duress,

It is the tempt; the ideal want I long to express

A message to my coy mistress.

 

Dear Lady,

These are the very true words I should have spoken,

When your final farewell left me broken.

O God, Thou art mighty! You made her from finest feather.

Could this be another miraculous mirage of the old Bertha?

In fact, only you could evince your countenance

And as I gaze upon your radiant face for every nuance,

I deem you, my dear, the perfect lady of substance:

Exceeding wealth, transcending beauty, blithering integrity, they were all yours.

Who am I to reject this love? A love so pious.

 

Even in the depth of my despair, I wonder how you fair.

Be that as it may, you left me broken beyond repair.

Tell me! Is this what it profits a man for his blind obeisance?

Tell me! Is this love when it plunges man into interminable comeuppance?

Tell me, and leave nothing to chance.

I detest love that keeps me in such disdain

I just pray for a day this hopeless man would go insane!

This, an understatement of a tender loathing deprived of words.

More so, how dare you leave a man who seldom errs!

Yeah, even good intentions are paved on the roads of Hell

But hear me, my dear, my heart was as pure as that pearl.

Yet all is best that ends well.

 

Trust me, a mortal death can veil not this love

But a longing for my mistress, that is the only reason I have.

With each transient passing day, there goes a century.

Damn! A starless sky is all I see

That pearl, this bead of love, is all I have of you

C’mon, this necklace keeps the desire brand new.

Within each fibre of my being, that’s where true love brew.

Hear me! I beg hear me! Truth is relative

But this feeling, my love, is bloody imperative!

“Love’s not Time’s fool.”

Leaving to such strange shores, that was just not cool

Yet I have decided and won’t deny;

Yes! “That one”, alas, wouldn’t dare pry.

I swear, I want you back. Goodbye.