I compensed for her soul
But my misery
Outrageouted me in approaching-
Her I'm exploitated by the love from within
I suffered from the humor of
love, I am unfliched to look her sparkle
Eyes reflecting
primitive attention.

She had an aesthetic extrempore
Spotless but talkative. Love's tender touch ignites a burning flame
Tears fall like rain, a sorrowful
refrain longing for what could never be regained. A pleasure so sweet, yet a pain that remains.