The Unending

Harsh as I was,

My days if I splash,

In that darkness,

Sweated for clash.

Till she touched,

For it I was

Born and marched;

With crowns to smash,

Dwarf as my luck,

Blind as my word,

Betrayed by duck,

And granted for lord.

Yes, I had lost -

Once for my life;

I loved her the most,

A girl sharper than my knife.

I even left

My home my everything;

Before it all got swept,

For the sake of my wedding ring.

I would still kneel,

For most for you,

For A hope against the deal,

For a debt that is due.

Not felt as bold,

Whenever and wherever;

I saw those of gold,

Swirming Around her;

That still haunts myself,

Diving through my own,

Past on behalf -

Perhaps a Stained white gown.

Was it red?

The colour I could prefer,

For her heart that bled,

A Tale that ends never.

For the kisses,

I could hold this long;

Memory that preaches,

Not a debt that strong.

To blame my sleep,

To reign my cause,

As I burned too deep;

With No gain, no loss.

May be deeper inside,

There Lies my prayer,

For her as my bride -

To return again for ever.

Undoing be gone,

Deeds those I long.

May be just for one,

"It's me who was wrong."

If only I could,

Borrow my words

Harder and that old;

I would Hurt self with swords.

For everything that matters

Till then and till now;

I should try for regrets,

With our dreams against my bow.

As for many nights,

My tears ruled my stars,

Till they fleet for heights,

Till I learn to hide my scars.

Unending as it seems,

My song with my pen,

Better have secrets than this;

A lie for love from another woman.