Yesterday, Shivering leaves of khaki and Amber
Stacks upon hoards of one another
Why must one weep so boundlessly
For a mortal no more than flourish
My weary vision perceives nothingness
Like a vortex of murky settling on the heavens
Must I be contented?
Must I be dejected?
Seeing such a soul oozing with melancholy
Do not grieve for it will only effectuate sadness
And sadness is a parasite
Devour you until you're abandoned with zero
Today, Prideful leaves of shamrock and emerald
Blissful cries of laughter feasts upon the cosy dwelling
She's enveloped within the confines of his embrace
Showing nothing more
Just absolute waves of contentment
Anon, I was made aware of conviction...
Tomorrow, Piercing frost will settle
Barely time can foresee what I realized
What love was;
What love is
A labyrinth, queer and confusing
To truly love a soul
Arises from its happiness
And not from within.
