Silence

Her eyes his thick frame trace in smiles wide,

Glorified his image in her pale heart,

She feigns ignorance of his sickest pride,

And clings his arm in fear he will discard.

I watch afar and dream of her caress,

Her image emblazoned within my soul,

Despite attempt I find little success,

Her smile kind yet only him barè s hold.

His eyes of hands wander about the mess,

Not a dame without his effort tamè d,

Despite the count his deeds without onus,

Debris reside of hearts his boots crushè d.

Someday I prey to take her from his vice,

I hopè d what wound her heart be concise.