Poetry: Release This
Should passion unspent never see the day
burn madly scorching yet not feel the sun
desires yearn within cold heart there stay
hence die a slow death as they have begun.
Would such need keep silent and so fade
long languish and drift slow as a cloud
this fervor untamed in loves bed unmade
burn hot and long thus cower never proud.
Deep love unseen not given never known
veiled so shrouded bereft eternal to die
give not your soul and so change to stone
grand beauty then to Heaven I would cry
Dear angels make haste to her curse fly thee
Remove this blight and send my love to me.