FOUR LETTER
Your soul is all-pervading,
Glimpses of love bring with it your touch.
Your radiance in the slightest glance,
Creating whirlwinds of conscience adoration.
Communal compassion connected our spirits,
It was something I could only reverie of.
Beauty weaves dreams of anticipation, and
I wished that your aroma would be near inexorably.
Perfection could not veneer change,
As a wave of bowing experiences are left to drown.
Was it this that was loved?
Or could this weld be broken by a torn mind.
Changes got the better of a heart,
It did not know its true self, or want to.
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