Love-In-A-Mist

My dear Love-in-a-mist, if ask this brain Who was indeed insane: Abel or Kane? Two brothers who loved one beautiful girl, So long blond hair, thick with many a curl No need clothes at all to cover her body Shining like telling: “Put your hands to me To see if am I alive or just your dream! Under sun -melting just an ice-cream. But tricking shadows or shades of gray Give her this power to trouble each day; So, only the god of the rain can touch me. All tribes even if try, cannot ever feel free And never can see this freedom in the mist. Think, for them it's almost like, I don't exist. Maybe one climbs a mountain of happiness To count the freckles on this heavenly face. Somebody said Beauty will save the world; I must ask again and again my good Lord, If in this war, Beauty will win, or the beast? Love-in-a-mist missing in mission to East!