She said she loves me,
that may be or may not be true...

A romantic mare's nest so real in abstracts.
My head drains slowly along deluge of thoughts...

So many tears; nobody 's there.
Consolation and relief, are all worthless lies...

There are adversities galore,
their resenting effects lour...

Still living?, yes, in our hearts.
But the mourn of your exit lives supreme...

This sunny season's once the heart's long yawn.
Blissful moment, a heart image...

Would this be a dream of reality?
That we were brought together...

TALENTS IN SLUMBER:
Children of wearied giant mother...

Grief rushed in like a lion,
joy crawled out like a snail...

And now death has lived to his desired taste.
Truth despairs in desolation...

Brave pernicious little creatures,
birthmarked with long-pointed spouts...

More stinker is coming of this vicissitude.
Life glamour is getting lost...