The demise of my love

Hath devoice me such amuse
Eyes see red sea
Whisper
Red is the color of my heart
Ambiance
The beat of my heart
Strength less dove lombs decline
I fear her voice  
I mourn her touch
Scorn her stare
And waste over fantasy of her kiss
For desire doth satiety, i am amiss

Give me one, even when cold
A cold day with her the sun shivers
Hold her hand in sweaty palm
And tremble in my passion
Over my arm with lust sate appetite.

Called it fever,snell tight hand round her neck
And again chide, saw the lust in my trembling lips
But now devoured, lost in the red of her eyes
Touch her cheek, fed me irritated shake
Her eyes gaze in me and hath doze me daze
But she churlish and saith for me resentment she hoards.