My finest work to date, yet sadly in vain...


What to say, about she who stands before me,

Radiating this feeling and emotion I cannot see,

I've known her for years yet I never took notice,

To this beauty I see in her as clear as a lotus,

Yet as I see her, I become nervous at an instant,

How can I connect with her, when I'm depressant,

And she is sitting there, feeling alone and cold,

How can I stand here with my arms in a fold,

I go to her, and we strike conversation quickly,

And I was right, she is beautiful in all senses, undeniably,

She speaks easily, and she speaks so elegantly,

She says she talks like a clueless blonde,

How wrong, she speaks as a bird in flight, how do I respond,

With my speech of Shakespearian dialect,

To her speech of pure and gentle light,

She claims no one loves her, that she's alone,

That her spirit is weakening and her soul is blown,

Impossible, how so when she is nothing but beautiful of mind,

I tell her this, and I see her smile, shy, yet nothing is left behind,

She takes my hand and she looks at me with such ease,

Says to me "Why are you such a tease?"

I say, "How can I tease, as you are a human aroma,

So warmhearted and so enticing of speech,

How can I stand here, and wish you not out of my reach",

She blushes and she nears my side,

I take her in, arm around her in stride,

And by the sunset we sit until night falls,

Although the sun sets, we still tear down these walls,

Walls of depression, walls of misery,

They fall to love, freeing our souls of this slavery,

And to this day, hand in hand we walk the streets of sorrow,

And radiate light that destroys the tears of tomorrow,

As this world regresses to a new low,

We advance to a world, beyond all show,

Even the term love can not describe this place beyond the ceiling,

It is beyond the tangibility of this world, this unnamed feeling...