Who is she? Nay – such similarity is indefinite.
What is she corresponds to I – I beg her to differ.
Ah, unique… like the moon shining light in day
Every morn and night, I swindle – Nay I dwindle hate.
For thy image encrypts purity like the soul amasses love
Amazed upon whom – Nay… what is thou to I
She pardons my imprudent remarks with a smile
O! Ocean wide smile that plays Chopin’s nocturne
Yes, thee is amongst the genius of the world
And yes – thou genius remarks I with gratitude.
Her perspective of love longs words of happiness
Yet truth be told, she will be grateful, she will be happy.
For God destined – one for all, and all for one.
Agreeing with God, I am placed to suppress her sorrow.
Simply, may I ask thee for your hand to hold…?
What is she? A fallen angel. Nay – too similar
What is she?! A goddess from above. Nay – too similar
O what can she be! She is what is called a miracle…
With her gentle lips touch and tame. I am a gentleman for her
I give time, love, and support. All I want is thee in return.
Effortful, I crash into a cloud of serenity
A silence that cushions I… - I am comfortable.
Oh maiden of secrecy, I seep into dank well
Where who can be found is thy astonishing
Individual shattering I, who once was remote.