recall the gentile way you gazed upon the beggar
the things one could acknowledge with a mere glance…
those were times of great importance,
so many thoughts shared with no words involved.
hard to forget our home,
the place where i belong.
how tenderly thou cherished me
like a precious gift
with your depart, sorrow is all i have become
luna you truly became an undying reverie of mine…
should hatred merge us in utter torment?
once again, lie to these frail senses of our glorious
shall we embrace p-ssion in a last waltz?