Relinquish not the love shared in mid summers' heat.
Love only in the light of the sun.
Bathe only in the glow of the midnight moon.
Magnificence displayed majestically, as if the plume of the peacocks tail.
May the peacock strut eternally.
May the arrogance and malificence, you hold within.
May they not control your imperfect soul.
For you are the pauper, dressed in your robes of gold.
For there are no perfect souls.
(C) Livvi