blossom found in a deep void
mysterious it is as night.
though its dark complexion leaves no bound
beauty and shadow contrast, a never ending sight.
in its presence love is but fake
and though embed by darkness it illuminates
more vivid than a withered rose
in its presence like sun and moon combined unalone
must the human eye fail to see this wonderful gift
or are we all blinded by its tenacious grief
wonders and mystery deeper than love
it is that mystery that makes it all above
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
blossom found in a deep void
mysterious it is as night.
though its dark complexion leaves no bound
beauty and shadow contrast, a never ending sight.
in its presence love is but fake
and though embed by darkness it illuminates
more vivid than a withered rose
in its presence like sun and moon combined unalone
must the human eye fail to see this wonderful gift
or are we all blinded by its tenacious grief
wonders and mystery deeper than love
it is that mystery that makes it all above
