Inside this night
that never comes
and the opaque of
lots that shelter me
inside the narrow
veins in my troubled heart
and the thoughts of you that
governs me
I cry like a nightingale and
bury your love in the
pearl of my hope.
Hear my cry and listen to
the waning sound of
my heartbeat.
You are the limit to my
unending drought.
Let my pains sink
into the glamor of
your smiles and the pureness
of your life.
Or
let there be no day nor night
inside the sweeten
craziness of your love
but forsaken me not
in it dooms.

Niceone

@tuchi tnx for d comment

Nicely done. Your poem doesn't love contrived; the rythmic flow of sounds made it simple and easy to decipher... Besides, the enjabment is also an added advantage... Good work!