An Impressive Serenade, from a Daring Young Lover.

Dear,

I am not sewn

Into this flesh of mine;

I am many things in life.

I am many things in life..

Sometimes, a quiet wind,

Sometimes, a bitter strife..

Perhaps a joy akin

To a clear, roof-top-night,

Or an agony, that of,

Being buried alive.

I am many things in life -

A cloudless day’s bliss;

A shoe, crunching autumn leaves;

I am a lover’s warm kiss,

Amidst a chilling, winter breeze.

I am many things in life..

Though before your angelic guise,

I cease to be anything

But a pair of eyes.

The End.