Still to me

She is still to me like refined gold, 

a fine sunshine after a hurricane, 

a pleasing sight, despite knowing that she is lost to me forever, 

yet at every sight of her I am lost in her beauty. 

O for grace to wean me away, what is in the end an appetite, 

that I shall never have. 

My beloved

 who never was mine, was another’s rich supper to enjoy. 

I know

 I shall never forget her.

                                 She shines bright in the sky 

                                and I am chained underneath this oak tree 

                                       shaded from her gleaming rays.  

K.Oni