Her little self is an ocean of amorousness while she precipitates an avalanche of giving in all of the unwinding trajectories of being a consciousness of sorts a serendipitous journey where she meets the tumultuous path that intertwines nostalgia, love and lost desires her presence is pure bliss who dare not rise in love? I see her in a distance metaphorically but, stays somewhere very near it is undefinable yet true all of what heart feels and knows is not always explainable In my dream today morning when the dawn was still yawning I held her close while I smelled the dew the nervous and frozen petals of the rose suddenly were agile, blooming the winter morning sun kissed her cheeks while I was tempted to do so her murmurs broke my dream She crosses those paths which a selected few attempt she is a desire fugitive she is the smitten universe
verses and conflicts of the soul