Elopement

“It was a centuries-old rumor that sweethearts could fly,
Across far-flung azure of love,
Where their exquisite future was founded,
Where they wrote their eternity on ironbound flagstone.”

That night before we separated,
You carved million threads of moonlight,
Across my feeble window, my brittle hope,
When my heart thawed in wisps of tear.

A rose of unendurable longing, an atelic piece of billet-doux,
I pinned your silhouette on an antiquated stele of infatuation,
In a lonely silva of elapsed riancy,
Where we once revelled in deluge of melting starlight.

Riding an awing unicorn of faith,
You detruded layers of tenebrous billow,
Insurgent sea couldn't sweep away our sacred fire,
Atramentous horizon couldn't fade our passion.

It was an infallible elopement, when everyone slept,
I mounted Cupid's wings on your shoulders,
And together we took off the mirthless land,
Towards baronial domicile of Angus,
Where He witnessed our sempiternal oath.