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 ~