Serendipitous Memories

There is a special place for you ever in my mind. Though you consume it all, in that place you have fashioned an impregnable fortress. A quarter filled with lasting and sacred notions of you. It is charged with endless depth of emotion and your grace. A unique realm, it is fit for you alone and at that I regress. I search the world over to find another you; someone to capture me in the self-same way. I am, in that regard, silent and try not to confess that you are like the wind that relentlessly blows. My efforts to rearrange those pervading memories are futile. Stubborn, I try not succumb. I am pressed to dress that which is indelible and unmistakably shows. I find my will defying me; it wrestles me to no end for you. Why, mind of mine, do to cling to one that did not stay? For you came in my yesteryears, thus possibly a fantasy that remains. Yet in reverie, I dote and sing wishing for you never to grey. It is an incongruous mystery that shatters my beliefs to the core. Contradictory to nature, I am chased true to find a visage of you. My thirst for which can singularly be met by your presence. Serendipitous memories will be your legacy; this I always knew. They are akin to white light of sun rays that remains after night's dark hue.