Granted

Fresh spring cut grass separates the toes, A soft breeze guides the air, Gently caressing her angelic hair, Illuminated as if even the sun belonged to this divine presence, Captivating gazes to my core leaving me transparent, Eternity skips ahead leaving me to recount my woes, Cold wood shivers forgotten slippers, Heavy sighs rejuvenate the stale ambiance, Consumed by an expanding shadowed audience, Evaluating my cracked soul for pleasure, Left to lose all composure, Even the sweetest can turn bitter.