Often I find myself walking with a gallery of forgotten memories looming within my mind
Even so I find it strange, that these past impressions do not seem to bother me in the slightest
However, they have always forced me to reminisce greatly about a certain beauty
A vixen that scorned my heart, whom of which…given her troublesome ways, I fell madly in love with

And, for her smile that bloom as beautiful as any petal belonging to a rose that colored itself pink

Now, during a summer’s dream…let’s say on a Sunday, sunbeams would softly shine upon her skin
While a midday breeze tended to dance with her sundress, and I feeling sunny would idolize such a star
Through the hours of a wakeful sunrise until a somber sunset
Therefore, repeatedly would she notice me sun-gazing at the brilliancy of her incandescent sheering light

What was to fear, I wondered, if love was forever so bright and roses bloomed a color perpetually pink

Oh, but life can bear excessively an element of cruelty at times, and one can lose such days
Although, never has my heart attempted to waver, thus I guess, this may be why I daydream daily of her still
Perhaps, my soul has been left burning because her essence, found evermore yearning for her benevolence

…My, what a presence…

Thus, be honest and frankly express an unfulfilled answer unto me
Would you ever think a man could come to become lost, via the contemplations of his missing affections?
Say surely, I am not alone conveying these beloved sinful and, yet alluring complications
Trudging through, about, and amidst the broken shards unveiling, a lovely recollection

Kissing with the white moon’s obsession
Perfectly placed herein the night sky’s reflection, thee mimicking projection of her magnanimity
Giving generously unto my world a hope in serendipity, made exquisitely for these gloomy tides
Forevermore, tied charmingly to her form, made vividly passionate by the sun-fire inked of her splendor

Dearest amour, did you ever know that garden roses can bloom a color as pretty as pink

And that my life seems as such when I think of you dressed in a royal mink
If only I could hold your hand in this modern time, when lovers dine with wine
Staring into each other’s eyes under the moonlight speaking simply primitive sighs, benign
Would it all be as they frequently sing, that of a moment blissfully known as … “La Vie En Rose”

Anyhow, day by day I sit in this Eden that I stroll forsakenly to, as to wait for the first sight of roses
For who, but who knows the next shade of color that they may share
Pink, red, yellow or perchance even a navy blue…whatever the shade may it be, may it always remind me of you

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

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