Symbolically Sacred

How can I contain myself?
When she is the one
That fills me with undying ambition.
For when I look for love, 
And the acts of such joy
She is all that I see. 
So In a sense she has stolen my eyes,
And my words are no more than 
A reflection of her beauty.
I wonder,
Is it wrong to care 
For someone that is yet to be yours, 
While holding them symbolically sacred 
In this fragile world of vanity. 
Maybe its just foolish,
But to be honest 
I care not of such moral matters.
For once she became a spark 
In the eyes of an artist; 
Forever shall she remain 
A flame in his soul.
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~

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