I yearn the bleeding wounds;

Dived deep in the fleshy fate.

Of my caressed possession-

Of my ever beloved mate.

For burial of the rising hopes;

For never it is surely too late.

For bidding a bye to the long losts.

For sole opportunities to create.

With inflicted tragic enmity;

For miseries that initiate.

Purely combined with eager greed,

For grudges to collaborate.

With ever shattered nemesis,

With lots of love and rageful hate,

With sugar-coated pardons,

With condolences to elaborate.

With numerous petals of warmth-

Plant me affection.

With pastel cotton thorns-

Plant me admiration.

With ultimate radiating esteem-

Plant me manifestation.

With words of refuge-

Plant me a quotation.

With an attractive abyss-

Plant me a delusion.

With no open ends-

Plant me a conclusion.

With embellished tears-

Plant me consolation.

With golden wings of sight-

Plant me liberation.

I'd yearn for you so gently-

So gentle as demise.

Would heal you off your ache.

Leaving mine- as my chastise.

Be the antidote for my wit,

With no words from the wise.

You recoil vintage traumas,

Your absence, in precise.

"Such aching mystery hides,

In your star-dust glimmer eyes."

If truth be told, to my soul inert;

How shall then will I rise!

The ravens,

They carry;

My sobbing heart.

The ravens,

They swallow;

The deadliest part.

The ravens,

They embellish;

Every wounded art.

The ravens,

They hover;

Over mournful start.

The ravens,

They follow;

For 'em graces- to impart.

The ravens,

They warn;

The love might depart.

The ravens,

Get hold;

Like heads of the dart.

The ravens,

Let break;

The destinies apart.