I am a modern day Odysseus,
so confident in the gifts god has given,
but trial after trial, i find myself falling upon failure after failure,
and all the fault is mine, drawing outside the lines,
I beg and plead, pine, for a life worth living,
to my hearts content I'll keep on giving.

A love lost, is a love that lingers,
like a dying stars who's light you can find with just one finger,

Waiting for your eyes to porter mine,
Vividly Vivacious,
Vaccuming the space surrounding thine,
Vilumptous vermillion border line,
All of it is Bliss,
but more than one more on a list of temporary trysts.
A gaze a glance,
something more captive,
hand me my chance