I can find no set of syllables or rhymes
That can elucidate the emotional elation
That besets me when you illuminate a room
With your sultry stride.
Your aura ensnares my ardor
For unadulterated ecstasy
With a fervor filled frenzy
Ravenous for romantic rapture.
When you perforate my periphery
You perturb the impenetrable
Cavity that envelopes the emptiness of a
Lonesome languished loner.
We, two, together
In imagination only.
An amour so illusory that
It endures only within the
Idealized imagination
Of a woeful wanderer.
A kinship not kindled
And forsaken
By the deficiency of a
Demure dreamer.
That which could have been.
A great love
Reincarnated
Into nothingness.