Sweetest poison
The hour after sunrise,I came to know a fact,
Many are bitter,
And others are sour,
Some stench of waste,
The rest like flowers,
But you,
My infatuating mistress,
Are the sweetest poison,
When I look at this,
Magnificent sculpture,
Made by gods themselves as their masterpiece,
Your enchanting dark eyes draw me near,
Soon I find your smile pulls me closer,
While the most hypnotizing melody comes out of your lips,
And like a thorn of a rose,
Soft as a pillow,
A kiss so immortalizing,
And I've been infected,
By this lovely venom,
So to all my good fellows,
Envy me but don't wish to be me,
Cause I've received the sweetest poison,
I might not have till the stroke of dawn today,
There may not be for me left another morn,
Still if time ran back,
Till the hour after sunrise,
Nothing would've changed,
Again I'd choose to be infected your sweetest poison,
Poetry by Paurocks
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Written on 2011-07-30 at 09:55
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