long submerged in legend is love
mesmerized by a mythical suppleness
together immerse with this beauty
the startling, imagery of an exposé
my universe is a blessing and a curse
not all is, as it seems, I was punished for being a lover
in Arcadia while others emigrated undercover
performed that rare trick condensed a craving that went too deep
sometimes it is more what you sow, than what you reap
nearly opposite of a wild flower that cannot traverse
always fading away, again fading away see my sky disperse
perhaps, bestowing blissful worship can rejoin
still, love bequeaths little in the way of how it will purloin