An Ode for my Beloved

Maudlin nights somehow allay my grievances
Aberrant love still blazing me all over
Refuge I need but scoffed me away
Lonely soul, frozen in a dungeon of sentiments
Obstructed by uncertainties and agony
Naïve, I may describe to myself

Queer sound of zephyr I heard
Unveiling my face to see the sparkling light
Imperfectly created with blood flowing on the ground
Zest, at last but alone lamenting
Ordeal, it could be
No more I beg but I do love him