A love poem dedicated to the harmonious return of the beauty in your life. |
Waiting breathlessly on the horizon, Watching the sun fall Faster than ever before; Hoping and wishing That this warmth may parallel, The inner ardor of my soul. Your beauteous aura makes me feel, Exposed and intimidated; A symmetrical allure promises Once again Leitmotif without physicalism at all. Love remaining like a well creviced inside, Hoping that light purified May grant reconstituted harmony; Vacant and eternal Words fill this cavern, But actions undone are actions fulfilled. Your beauteous aura makes me feel, Exposed and intimidated; A symmetrical allure promises Once again Leitmotif without boundaries at all. Wishing for this covetous fear to dissipate, Like predestined thoughts lingering On the tongue of cogitation; Extolment and admiration Exposing a weakness, Transiently mellowing an abeyant brilliance. Your beauteous aura makes me feel, Exposed and intimidated; A symmetrical allure promises Once again Leitmotif without consternation at all. Stumbling on this path existentially created, Perpetuating turns and aspirations Foiled by taciturn fallacy; Apologetic and penitent Emotions breaking foundations, Of strength on the substratum of God. Your beauteous aura makes me feel, Exposed and intimidated; A symmetrical allure promises Once again Leitmotif without indifference at all. Trying to reach inward from the center, The exerting mind of the beholder Remaining simply contingent; Misguided and impressionable Unfortunately submitting to, Those ideals of conglomerated origin. Your beauteous aura makes me feel, Exposed and intimidated; A symmetrical allure promises Once again Leitmotif without reasoning at all. Waiting for the sun to set on the horizon, Considering the breeze, your return Echoing serenity in your words; Sincere and imperceivable Truths set free from this eclipse, Esoteric to yourself, relative manifestation. Your beauteous aura makes me feel, Exposed and intimidated; A symmetrical allure promises Infinite Leitmotif without apostasy at all. |