Her pride in soul for me has expired, Expired like stones in untrained variety of forms. Along with it I took away her nature of innocent beauty, The beauty that gravel with excellence until it diminished.
She was my faith Resting like bride of nightfall. But dreadfully busy dismantling my subsistence The subsistence misplaced in twilight pause of passion.
She was my artist Overflowing like kindness with no kindness. But she outgrew the shadow of floating water The water hovered to dance with painted excitement.
She was my awareness Chantingly unfulfilled by immortal desires. Though she exist like rays from the sun on a rainbow, The rainbow of heart infatuated by mission and destiny.
My worship for her has died,
Died like leafs at the end of autumn.
Along with it she took away my belief of love,
The love that shed like leafs until none remains.
