“I believe I’m gratified to have loved her, If not where would my heart have been, My eyes were radiated by this naiad, Regalia she has given will last ever ageless,
To have been near her held her hand, Brushed my fingers through her hair, Listened to her incentive ways she had, Given to me before she had gone faultily,
Rivers flow as wind carry life’s ballad inlet, Leading me deep into the paradise I longed for, Overwhelming protecting me from world afar, Strong caring is what keeps our souls as one,
It’s an obsession the way we let ardor consume us, In her eyes I found new visions have been revealed, As the sea forgets in its furore lading aboard, No rest from travels it is my libation for memoir,