Verse
My heart is amidst my throat,
Palms are now sweaty,
I feel like a child in mind,
Sentiment of first day of school again,
Soul has been besieged.
I could only wish to write a verse,
With half of you
Splendor,
Candor,
Audacity,
Personality,
Wisdom,
Determination . . .
Innumerable qualities to list,
For what is relevant is my love for you.
A verse of no imitation or rendition,
Repeated in the heavens in infamy,
Halls echo the sound until eternity,
Angels prance freely to every syllable.
A name synonymous with muses,
I’ll forever revere your likeness into eternity . . .
Even while I inhale the last gasps of air.
Copyright © 2005 Carayan Press
