Forgive Me NowForgive me now for I cannot help but stare,The twinkle in your eyes, the shine of your hair Commandeer my senses and leave me out of air. Forgive me now. Forgive me now for my intense gaze But your stunning beauty has put me in a daze, Now all I can do is sit and be amazed. Forgive me now. Forgive me now for I must sayThat I’ve admired you each and every dayI can wait no more I must have you today. Forgive me now. Forgive me now for if I knew not the King Ignorance would make for an easier fling.I can wait no more, I want us to do this thing. Forgive me now. Forgive me now for it breaks my heart But the time has come for us to part. The more secrets, the more the King will tear us apart Forgive me now.
Before I met my Lady of the EastOlder lovers too soon over scorn meBy reason of virtue to say the leastVirtues unmatched causèd anxietyMy lady took care of me in sicknessBy her touch health be bestowed upon meBut no touch can compare with soft kissHer kisses say no sweeter words to meAnd in my times of deep desperationMy lady is my rock and my strong baseWith the efforts herein the descriptionMy affectionate lady is my aceDaisuki* my lovely Lady of the EastYour affection comforts this tense man beast*Japanese for I like you
My MuseMy muse crowds me with listlessnessAmong the days of clouded grey;An enemy of mine, so few to say,Now that it speaks to me of madness.And every thought beats a cruelness,Against the aching, tearing wall.The endless voice doth call.Of pounding surrender and cautious frightfulness,Constant touching, words spoke in darknessKeeps the weary body from need,Shaken by hope and hurt by greed.A dream now hidden, yet still an image of sharpness,That shall never release my mindTo allow me to seek of what I find.
Voice, now sing!Voice, now sing! For our final songCruelly last thou does me wrong.My shrill voice let not understateThy grievous behaviors and wrongs.Aid me voice, twist my love to hate.Perform not I for some deaf throng,Jumbled chorus or quiet song.Voice of mine thy cold elevateWail not, be strong. Sing not, too longBe frank, once state, don’t imitate.Against a wall a ball is thrownAnd the ball propels from the stone.Still, worse is the spit from your face;It cuts through stone, dear Cupid moansAt your lack of romantic grace.Care not I, Voice pause not to rhyme,As older you looks back in time,Lamenting self-taught whimsy tasteFor losing twenty creatures fine;Youth away, age has won your face.Thank you Voice for that final song,To simple truth it doth belong.And now these notes wish to retire.If you, like he, be bold and wrongCare not my Voice, be burned by fire.