Hiding the truth beneath the heart.
Beautiful, sad touch of mystery
Upon Cupid’s poisoned dart…
Was it a chance or foreseen destiny,
Together they were, though ever apart…
Nothing left, but engraved memory
In golden-eyed sard.
Pure love dwells still in centuries —
One for all, but a dream forever untouched.
He loved her, but never forgot any of memories
The one of her eyes, a fantasy that he clutched.
A gift to awaken memories deep
Through the life she would care of it still,
Bearing the secrets untold into ever sleep
Away from the ones who ever believed…
A story was real
About a poet and Empress.
Child’s love, golden ring —
Hidden-love-gift
From the heart, with kindness
To keep a memory still.
Burnt letters recall, lone pages still know
All the memories, old sleepless dream.
When heart turns to hollow
I revive the story of sard-eyed golden ring.
For a heart that feels,
For the tears fallen real
Three carved Cupids
On the sard-hearted ring
To see in a dream,
To feel deep within
A memory awakening long-gone old beliefs…
Linlin's Poetry 