It was an aside,
My undaunting luresome loathsome loving lied,
To show that we've cried,
To show elixirs I've tried,
To bring you to my side,
I see you've grown old,
But much more than the morbid marring matted to mold,
All the stories you've told,
Succumb to the fold,
My thought- you, to hold,
You're what I can't reach,
What a tempting torpid treacherous thing to teach,
I guess I beseech,
Your alluring soft speech,
Lends a hand to each,
And still I want you,
Please pray my passing prayers provoke pursue,
But we'd never be true,
Misted in your eyes of blue,
Still letting yearning accrue...
For now ;)