Unamed...yet

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded

is a rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

You came to me like a dream,

you held me in reality and will leave me,

gasping for your loving breath when you are gone....

What is lovely never dies,

but turns into lovely itself....

a flower, a cloud in the sky....

or as simple as the words "I love you".

Beauty is the first present nature gives to women....

and the first it takes away,

when the soul falls into a deep hole of depression...

The only advantage that you have,

are your eyes, your lovely smile,

and my heart.....

A man of pleasure is a man of pain and suffering....

I have yet not tasted pain, and yet....

suffer without it....

Remember,

love lies bleeding......