Desire

The boat I rowed...was not so strong,
waves went haywire,
fugitive waves did half the work
and half my weeping desire.

whom shall I recount the song
with heart in genteel fire
I couldn't get even the golden glass
when I lost the real saffaire.

Let me know where was I wrong
where was my actual tire
well,the life is very long
to set the lose to bonefire.

Memories became the stringing prong
wounds made me lier
but I'll keep this pain alive
and let the hornet inspire.....