As I walk I hear no fear,
With shed of vibrant crimson tear.

Meld by star dust of emotion,
Past physical motion lead to inner devotion.

As I talk with clear seared images of past path,
I must gear towards the journey unprepared wrath,
Like unknown scribe of the oracle tongue proclaiming like math.

This pull of gravitation, desire permeating relentless stride,
Without hesitation, fire within acclimating to her side!

Nothing shall stand in it's footing,
like marble bounce on a wall to other marble,
Like the losing of personal marbles dropping all senses,
For each thud of heart pounding in her presence marveling,
Holding composure, keeping things real, but soothed by her tongue.

It's a Pinot noir, Sauvignon blanc, Chardonnay upon the lips,
With her taste, with her lips, with all things she eclipse!
Equal to none, compared none, pedestal she stands upon.
As I held my hands holding her throne,
more precious than jewel of zircon,
But like a *****, all things are bygone and all things are done.

All things are full circle of celestial plane,
Finding my path and it's proper lane,
Because not even love is all but insane,
The inner bane of humans pain,
And due time things all wane.

For all things coming into full circle,
With shed of vibrant crimson tear,
As I walk in this journey, I hear no fear!