The briars grew as kingdoms slept

While widows spun and deftly crept

Amidst the silent-slumb’ring rows

Of frozen faces; dancing toes

In places even gods have wept.

None ’fore or since have e’er swept

Amidst this living tomb unkept.

Within the palace of the crows

The briars grew

Perhaps a hapless prince hath wept

O’er sweet princess shoes unstepped?

Forever longing? He ’lone knows.

Throughout this place no tread now goes,

Where would-be lovers might’ve leapt,

The briars grew.

It's never easy when it comes to loving you.

My heart beats to a rhythm that circulates to my shoe.

I am not a genius nor scientist to know the answers to why

I feel like an astronaut flying in the highest sky.

But I love loving you.

Your resistance does not help,

cause your resistance made me welp,

Its never easy

Holding your hand, whispering in your ear

with the hope of drawing you near.

Showing you some affection,

when we're away our souls are together with no deception,

there are no fears,

it's never easy.

I gave you my heart on the downlow

My other friend thought I just move slow

In reality I couldn’t see past you

The way our one and one makes two

And now I’m here having to let go

When maybe we could have let love grow

But now it’s too late to change so

I find myself sad how the time flew

I just thank you for sharing your beauty

From that first night I felt good flow

With your comments sparse and your voice low

But I let my feelings accrue

Knowing my love was taboo

So why does this feel such a harsh blow?

I just thank you for sharing your beauty.

At a loss, i stand, with nothing to show

pathetic , i struggle, no glimmer or glow,

in this life there seems much to regret,

what foul beast, it grows strong in neglect,

what can i do 'bout this Rondeau?

searchinng high , and then sometimes low,

composing some, that you shall not throw,

but the form's so complex, a subtle French sauce,

leaves me frustrated, despairing, and much at a loss,

what shall i do with this thin-ice rondeau?

it is not like in music, of that i do know,

from Bach to Brubeck the pattern across,

a base and a radical form to engross,

but poetry's rules in artfulness grow

so tell if this works, or if it's a loss.

We made it to the end, my dear.

Years of tears brought us only cheer

Now we’re here, side by side

And as I saw your face, I cried

Our love has never been made more clear.

How many years we persevere!

To raise our sweet children, my dear

Remembering those years, I cried

We made it to the end, my dear.

We grew old and wise in each year

Closer to death are we, I fear

Spending time, sitting side by side

And as I saw your face, I cried

And then I realized, I fear

We made it to the end, my dear.