Spark of a Lad

It was a perfumed memory I keep layered down grassy field, least my mind could build. A vivid dry charcoal rarity I often seek between clouds For you're a veiled enchanted lad. From old undying melodies I start singing passions so bold, my pen unhinged to this world. Years to decades portrait fades yet delicate image chants motivation all changing times and seasons. Dust of wild Manila bathe I treasured in your breathe like glory I devour in fresh scent. You'll lost not between my range Even if the rare lily died, You and I as shadow pouring life. In you I remember the shrine of coolest angel moon in dawn the warmest hearth ever known. You're a wounded soldier's pride and potion to every knight's eyes, for heaven permits no lie. Her beauty and splendour will shine brightest in grace of these lines and end not even earth demise in time.