Missing Pieces

missing sides to my portrait lady blessings in time turn under a spyglass bewilderment absent the clues round your seamless skin. and the light seems to reflect unbroken along the borders of your garments grace. my darkened lady with flowers of chalk draws in the night a purple hewed silhoete to carry her hearts desire. quick as fiber optic resin in a fable and i am as a moth drawn to your flickering candlelit eyelids. how can i make these hands form.. fit....flaunt and flicker into your frameless innocence. how can these words consume all placid enigmas. teach me how to nurture this faith between the missing corners and are abstact angels will be whole again.