W Y I L
Upon a pedestal does this man stand
Beauty that is of such infinite splendor
So fair a skin has he and so soft a hand
In all her thoughts does her body surrender
She take a glimpse and ask those young maidens
Is he not the ideal image of perfection?
But through his eyes of amber, she is laden
Scorned with hate, anger, chaos and confusion
Alas, his love is but unrequited
She, merely a grain of sand on shore beaches
Her admiration carelessly blighted
Through her soul and heart does his rebuff reach
Although his love for her has been denied
Her love will remain or her heart belied
By: Dempsey Augustine
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OH DEAR PRINCE
Oh dear prince, why does thou not love thee?
Pale skinned beauty and pomegranate lips
Dark brown tresses curled at the tips
Eyes of amber through which you see
And flights of angels adorn thee
Oh dear prince, image of perfection
Take thy soul and embrace thine submission
Art thou not a noble man?
Take thy heart and use it well
Mend it if needs be!
Oh dear prince, why does thou not love thee?
Is it thy timid nature, thy dark black tresses
Or thy burning desire for those tender kisses
That daunts thy heart to be free
Mend it if needs be!
Oh dear, prince of sages
King of apprentices
Are thou not the man I conceive of?
A lonely heart full of love,
Compassion, and what dreams are made of
Oh dear! Prince of love
Brazen before the hearth of certain failure
I ask thee what does thou desire
Tresses of straw, no sign of flaws
Soft crème skin to touch at thy whim?
Oh Prince dear, I see
You must not be the one for me
Pale skinned beauty wth pomegranate lips,
You are only a dream it seems
A dream that was never to be
~Dempsey Augustine
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