A fine old village with a family but no answer to a phase
The abuse is the only refinement her endeavors could ever dream
A radical thing about her heart  was doomed with a shadow without a glance
I loved the sense of her feel that I never touched completely
A love that wasn't full of clouds or breeze that I adore
But struggle of the pain crawled to very eye of me
Telling me to never stop loving her
Here I rest, a poet romanticizing a single word she quoted
"No...."(with no desire, dulori)