A Glow of Suspense

Lays in ambush like a gust of holy winds, Drooping every stripes of emotion over the stream of hope: When love is routed on the bases of soul, its flame becomes unquenchable And such cybernetic mechanism that often dictates the path to true love, Would make us united forever, She thoughts as the ripples of the moments dashed through her graceful eyes Beholding the candles that were held by her hand containing the amber box of chocolate, Dressed with an ice-cream sauce of glory as she walked down the isle of emotional alienation, And the drop of tears that threw her over the barricade of sadness, Filming and rimming off the mirror of her heart was a taste of dark ages, And the only thing she could see was a glow of suspense