The Sonikmeerkat
Don't gravel my Little Poor Thing. The anguish
that has behanded your days, flee you will see
and the sorrows it will trail and set you free.
Scant not praise for my Little Thing I cherish.
My Little Poor Thing, for so long I wander
so fast I stride, yet you pop ahead withal
and thus amaze my dim days, my soul enthral!
But when I come close, my presence you fender.
My Little, you are the reason for my day,
for what did I live without you I don't know.
Life was nothing without the gifts you bestow
that recalling that would bid me to dismay.
Far lands, coated in fog, we have overcome
You blessed me with your sight wherever I stood.
Your mere appearence always enhanced my mood.
Of mindful bliss was painted my days' outcome.
You left me weary and broken in mien. Blast,
fickle Little Thing, may this do you no good!
Betray not your lover. You, I never would.
And how am I supposed now to find a rest?
You have slain me, oh my spouse! And killed my smile.
It struck me with grieve being deprieved from your charm.
But how could I desire that it did you harm?
To be upset with you would be very vile!
Sweet, I remember the days gone by and lost,
but the memory survives inside my mind.
Therefore I'm impeded worse than if were blind.
How's possible to forget what one loves most?
