Come close

Come close, and look into my eyes
Scan my soul and soothe my cries
How can I savour a life favour?
Had been rouged Delilah's clever,
Lured my fancies and verses undone
As was Samson in the temple of Dagon,
Wrinkled weird wane and wailing
Desolate distress and has been ailing,
Dreamt of days
When sorrows hew and joys grew
With the rising sun till evening dew
Wandering far and never adieu,
Ah! Soon my soul is ceased to be
Wished thy mercy have on me

poem by Gulsher john
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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