Illusionist

By mine hands
Let thy small neck be squeezed,
Then I can minister onto thee
Not to wish that pain
To match a quarter fold
Of that which mine heart
Endureth from thy games.

Mine eyes unleash globules
And beam by the thought of thee.
And mine mind loathes the love
Mine heart hath for thee
But shall not survive
One day and one night
Dislodged the love of thee.

I shall pronounce thee master illusionist
For thy dextrous deeds in the world of love
Where say you this
And I see and perceive that.
The consequences of thy actions
Hath made mine invisible world
Show in mirror
And joy is ever elusive
With demanding patience.

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