Come, my lovely, iridescent maiden; Alight from that pretentious carriage Of sacrilegious carnage and derisory love. Approach the waiting platform, laden Aflock with beauteous doves. Draw near, my erstwhile beloved; Find some kindling of mercy in thy heart. Rekindle the devotion for thy unloved; Allay the mutating fear, for a start. Saunter, briefly, here beside me, love. Ah, may I dare rebuke that derisive pout? A million coruscating stars above, Look on with undaunted spite and doubt. Shall you permit that, my popov'? Recall the ancient verses--forget the clout. 'Tis time to discard auld blunders; Set a new path with thine unforgettable lout. "Ode To The Old" (c) Pinterest Photo. #wordplay #diwa #yqbaba
