Yesterday's Fainted Scents

Eye's are persuded to look upon such beauty, I thank God for such

a gift to be blessed with as sight. If her and only her I wish to possess

as a phoenix feather. Ears to hear her laughter as one with

such a voice that of angelic values.

To feel with heart and not able to touch, is to be as though frozen

in a moment of time and space that like the sun has stopped and the

stars reflect envy and jealously towards her beauty.

Oh, to be gifted with a quill and ink well is to recall time on laughter

and countless tears, when for that moment is gone it is

like a shooting star has burst my bubble.

To be in her arms is to be caught in an hour glass, but the only 

thing that has become are broken memories of a once strong and 

powerful love, unbroken by time nor deceased by man's word. 

Only God knows what fall brings to the broken hearted. For all I 

see now is barren tree's and empty eyes staring back at me through 

broken memories and fainted scents of a once so called romance. 

To kill the pain is to lose thyself to anger and indulgence

in one's poor habits in reflection to things still not as

important as kind words from her lips.

Will this love go unchanged by certain events that

cannot be changed by the hand or the spoken word, but by the

heart true in love as well as in hate.