Detest me not so grim, to love you is, what I cannot.
What worth to you, will be my heart- a fractured pot.
You command a calamitous philia that I dare not give;
Otiose you sow the seeds of love, my stark heart deny conceive.
You are a solacing stream. In you, my afflictions defy to grow.
I am an abstruse ocean, in concert, we can ne’er flow.
Alike my loyal fantasm, you trace my spirit in low and high;
I brave not your eyes rain in pain, your soul shrivel and sigh.
Your thirsty psyche beg of unstinted cup of love, on knee;
Sip you not and sully your life, becoming WE is a mirage to see.
A debile and a scorned soul I am, endure no lasting nest to fly;
Do not confide in my wings, your faiths are sealed to die.
Ceaselessly you yearn for me, grueling yourself, day in and out;
You couch me in your orisons, in this, I harbor no edge of doubt.
I am an ephemeral cloud, bereft of repose- your pursuit all in vain;
Consume wisdom- your pedes bound to leech and pain is what you gain.
To love you back, I am deflowered………………but I do partake a care;
For your sanctified locus of feelings, I am plainly no compare.
Do not contend to wake up for me, I am a slumbering shadow;
Long-drawn-out is my dormancy, await you not in any meadow.