Bring Forth the Reasons

Rubiyat poem
Bring Forth the Reasons
 
 
Bring forth the reasons, my pen doth write.
‘tis one, indeed, which feeds my plight.
Forsake all, save one I say.
The one now lost, beyond my sight.
 
 
Time ago, I knew her touch.
Compose her is now, my only crutch.
I’m scribe to her, yet still today.
I love her now, I long this much.
 
 
Seek to catch, my piece of mind.
I write and verse, and there I find.
My lost love, with me again.
Set free, alive! Her love in kind.
 
 
My story told, from in my dreams
For no other reason, my written themes.
Always wondering what might have been.
Is much more then what it seems.
 
 
She minds me not, I know this true
And fails to see my points of view.
My scribbling is all I have left of her.
Please tell me dear, what should I do?
 
 
And do I write, you ask me why!
My words are tears, my inner side.
My written mind, has no cure.
It is my charge, until I die
 
 
Kactus Berry