Youth

There, waiting in secret for thy angelic cue, Thy age hath come and that day hath gone Letting dusk paint the world in a different view Beautiful tones, envied by all but one. For that one is held close to thy core As the earth clutches the velvet sky which intern hugs the moon Leaving no hate, nor lust nor any form of metallic door To faulter those whom over you shall swoon. And yet, even at this adoring age Thy sparkling aura art so pronounced and so glamorous Making frontline guardians forget their deceitful rage Replacing vengeful thoughts with ones more amorous Creating playground stories of kiss and tell Stealing subtle glances and honest hearts as well.