Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Empress of Byzantium

Today I cry for you
Oh poor beautiful soul
With purely innocent heart
And a never-dimmed smile
No matter how badly people hurt you
But your love never fails

The blood which runs in your veins,
Runs in mine too
But not even a bit I’m wise like you
If you’re an angel, I’m sure it’s true
For you never let me stew

Oh poor beautiful soul
My heart breaks into pieces
When I ponder over your tears
Why do they take so much from you
While you never stop giving the best of you

And when you feel that you’ve no rights
Everything is not a pretty sight
There you sit still, never shift
Til u experience an enormous uplift
Being a sincere God’s gift