It’s not shakespeare’s
Measure for Measure.
Nor, my game at leisure.
If it’s for sheer pleasure
You could never be my treasure.

It’s a vow of undying devotion
Enormous, could I, state as reason
None, could be turned out a treason
Longings are, but, for a season
Belongings, always a horizon
Feelings, alone, are for unison.

Boundary, knows not my heart, you, to respect
Legendary, might be my love, if you inspect
Bleary, I know, in your life, is the word, retrospect
A mirage, in my life, seems, prospect.

Never, my love, for you, did I, announce.
Shiver, I always do, to renounce.

I dare not, my love, to compare
Will let not, to merge, in despair.

A moon which waxes & wanes
And never ages.

A gloom which waits & wails
Like all sages.