Malice Met Love Dire

Let silence preach,

In my shade of wine,

My heart aches,

Out of peculiar sunshine..

"Scarlet heart,

To Iron ore,

I apologise for the sapphire before"

Seems though you have not

Met,

The cologne of golden locks,

Or attire of daisy spread,

With curiosity,

Amid the chestnut round eyes

The crimson lips that never speak

Or Aroma of morning hugs

And ripples across blushed cheeks.

"Not either sir,

I am a victim of happiness,

Thou speak of anxiety,

I witness enthralling warmth,

Thy cry over morning hugs,

I live upon blood in my veins,

You breathe upon morphine instead"

Loathsome words,

Furnished with a metallic lustre,

Am the one been in and out of state,

Metamorphosis isn't an appeal,

It's but sorrow to happen,

You ought to witness the mellow lands,

Silently via chinks,

Don't play with frozen fire,

It isn't meant for chicks.

Gusty but serene waves that heights,

Chasing sometimes,

Sometimes pursued by,

But alas the baffled up end,

Serve captive to anonymous rides,

But the meticulous one in Moana of peace,

Sharing either's miseries,

Fix the end for years and ages to come,

In the same Lochan 

Together arrived,

And together died.....

Is the enchanted mallice love.