Royal love

Third poem in this genre. This is about the love that a person craves to have...It is all about the worldly pleasures which this person has, and how he/she is still unhappy without their beloved.

Royal love

Tufts of gold and rose blooms,

silk and splendour throught.

Celestial bijou and attar,

array the breath around.

A lordly sway as here,

with a sublime chaise and tapestry,

I lie in all frill, out of existence,

with a drape of fine aura.

Still, dolor seizes the essence,

in the midst of this regalia.

With thy distanced from land,

this doe shrews frippery.

Thy a grant of felicity,

above metaphors of eminence,

Thy art my only opulence,

beyond you I know not bliss.

 

Author's Note

I know the genre is getting repetitive, but I am good at only writing stuff like this. Sorry!