CAMELOT FANTASIES

CRIMSON WEEPS

Visually I do see, all the beauty that comes reverently.
Mentally I read, with thoughts that I reveal.
With the emotions, that I receive.
Words visually seen, relationships ov the mind becomes conceivably.
On pages I hope to instill, to the souls that I keep.
Hearts' erosion, comes at times with deceit.
Tumultuously,luv will come to be.
Holding on to Luvs receipt, with the crimson that we weep.
Thru the heightened words, that my mind speaks.
Our tears, roll Dow our cheeks.
With hopes, are life does not stay bleak.
As it is now, crimson is at it's peak.