Lewd attempts toward drive of happiness,
Crossed the threshold of unsuspecting...

In time, a desire distilled
Instilled in me...

May the azure that lingers
around thine eyes be as blue...

May fear be as morbid
As moon waned in the dark, cold night...

I stood
awfully appalled...

If I can only stop the pain in every heart
I shall no longer cry in vain...

Through tremulous boughs wind lightly stirs,
Imbuing sunbeams leak into leaves...

I am not a poet,
Who writes a poem...

A helping hand,
for those who need...

Glaring upon the gallows of lurid flames,
I squinted listlessly towards your narrow frame...

In verdant prairies
where boughs of calloused...

With an azure tinge
around your eyes...