She Sings In Secret Symphonies -

As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea, in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor, she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the Present with quills dipped in the tails of comets destin for drama, as you walk wantonly along trails her melody invites she'll scorn with a question of why are you here with her then the nails she sharpens with teeth of nuture will attach One to a cross of commitment, a relic of costly consumption, because she must have you as a shadow must have a soul to follow within the humiliation of Light, as an owl finds comfort in the concealment of night, so subtle in admission of affection although profuse in protection of the Ones she charms, sensitivity she cannot escape, always hurting to be an angel, born to be a Princess with feet in mud and eyes on the stars, deserving dreams of diamonds cast on diadems while living to endure harsh humanity an adequate lover her timeframe will accept, quotes from adolescence she repeats romanticaly, 'Love me in the heat, love me on the ice, defend me from the cheat, define me despite the price', alone in her desire I am the champion of her fire - J.A.B.