V.
Raven's blackened feathers shall not besoot
Upon my love's fair whitened countenance.
Upon her cheek dabs she amounts of root
To bring forth rosiness as consquence
And in her build lies slim willowy strength
That belies her stature and her seeming.
But in her eyes I go to any length
To save one drought of my lost dreaming.
Eyes wide open shall catch the scenery
Held closest to heart so it shall not fade.
That image wells up, even such fine'ry
Can not command passion as once she made.
Her image comes unbid only in thought
That draft drunk dry was quite dearly bought.
© George Galang February, 2001
Upon my love's fair whitened countenance.
Upon her cheek dabs she amounts of root
To bring forth rosiness as consquence
And in her build lies slim willowy strength
That belies her stature and her seeming.
But in her eyes I go to any length
To save one drought of my lost dreaming.
Eyes wide open shall catch the scenery
Held closest to heart so it shall not fade.
That image wells up, even such fine'ry
Can not command passion as once she made.
Her image comes unbid only in thought
That draft drunk dry was quite dearly bought.
© George Galang February, 2001