Retired Beauty, Soul, and Eyes

The nymph shudders at the sweet earth. I want to leave, but she wants all its worth. She is but a beautiful death, as she admires a last breath. “I love your retired beauty, soul, and eyes. My trance for you has such a beautiful gaze. Now I adore away your intense heart of lies, Remember my rough words in this phase.” Indeed, this daisy fresh moment Flies to a land of lost punishment. Almost crying to the humming flies Her weep calms the vines in their ties. “Truthfully, I cannot live without these treasures, Filling my soul of lust that your heart doth yearns. So close to having this fulfilling land that assures, Yet in time, the wave covers, catches fire, and burns.”