Standing alone in the midst of chaos, Pestilance and despair, all i see, Like a stone being overrun by moss. content is all humanity seeks to be.
The love of my life stands aside, As if haunted by demons that refuse to be quenched, Could this symbol of beauty latter become my bride? I stand by her side, but my confidence is drenched.
All man strifes to have is love, Like a butterfly drifting alone in a storm, Would this message be as clear to me as a Dove? Or loom over me as a forboding sence of forlorn.
life sorts itself out in time, But not without sacrifise and inner subduing, Should we all bow down to loves haunting mime? Or seek for the one we truly do, as i am persuing.
