inspirational poetry

though love repine, and reason chafe
those black eyes i once so praised
just as my fingers on these keys
thoughts through my head
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
hang no wreath
her face is fair and smooth and fine
to come so soon to this imagined dark
let us express our baser passions
i bid them all farewell
still thirteen years
i went up and down the streets
the agony of having too much power