In Love - Poetry

I

Darkness drags its feet.

deliquesce denied.

Caught in the dark locks of her hair.

thy night continued.

II

Thy voice of the breeze

singing;

Thy strands of her hair 

dancing –
Perennial persiflage

III

Celibate moon

withers;

In tethers-

not able to break

Through her window screens!!

IV

Vulpine straits;

storm torrents;

Turbulent currents; 

sails torn, 

tears forlorn-

but he still rows- 

for she is waiting for him.

Author's Note:
 It has been quite a while since I blogged. When I wanted to restart blogging I wanted to post something light and memorable - some of old poetry (that I tweeted a while back). Hope you guys like them.