Silhouette

Silhouette, do not fret. Love
Light, and with our blend, we shall prove
that light and dark, love and hate,
though minds apart, they shall date.
But we, a dove in the sky,
That spies on dark mold, it is my
heart. To thee judgement so speaks
to plot my love’s theft to complete.
But weary dear, take my love!
Then, in the sky, like a dove
You spy, just spy on this dark mold,
And drop my love in hate’s scaffold.
So Silhouette, do no fret.
Turn off my light, do no fret.
Silhouette.

- January 30, 2006

“Silhouette”