Shroud My Spirit

Love, as ideal as it seems,
Consumes, through it’s endless fire,
Crash and Burn my endless desire,
Laugh: and mock me even though in my humility, I reign…..
For conquired am I, through your cruel pain.
Though desperate I sometimes be,
The ideal of Love ever changes,
to make a better sweeter me,
Let the beauty of my love
Only – my gown and garment be.

Blessed be

Dilani Diva