Quelled: End of the Road

Thy gaze; like those Persian spears full in flight, Thrust 'n us to see the tales in those brown eyes - Shimmers, like powdered silver beneath sunlight Are the paragraphs and verses of her life. Joyous to behold, yet more than I can praise, Alike a constellation within one’s face. Did part of the universe fall down to earth? To wield breath as whom I behold in your-self? Or are you instead our Creator’s template - That left the heavens and on earth found a place? The seeming absence of everyone so, In every moment that your eyes to me would throw - Those Persian spears great in their flight and craft To stir this bloke who like so had loved a lass. Like so had loved, like so started with a craze, Alas, from whence died down after each day, Until all that lay left was me in fetters Soul and body, so was scourged who let her. I would pretermit this ardour at all costs For my mind (impaired) had offered but one choice. You’re beautiful still, still more than I can praise But ‘bout your fervour, please look another way.