Do not, I beg, you look at me.
Do not even STARE.
I shall not utter,
Not ONE, a solemn dare.
Of you I shall
not write about,
Of you, of whom I care.
Of you I try to think aloud
In quiet abyss stare.
Of you did countless nights go by
From whence my future waning;
did stars refuse to shine,
For I’d detest their glory.
Of you, a
love not known to last,
WHERE I’m at.
Of you my heart doth beats a lot;
BUT I shan’t heed nor hearken.
This odd non-oath, not sworn nor spoken,
Of you, for which, such is forgotten,
It speaks to me in tell-tale mystery
A song in which a certain misery.
For there, a kingdom long forgotten,
Reigned no servant to mortal infatuation;
Lest the mortal reigned,
And lest a mortal heart was queen!