As I travel in the gloomy forest of false sensations,
I can feel the deathly reach of infinite temptations.
Lost in woe; Torture and Agony be my guides!
I feel myself abandoned in the guise.
Suddenly a blinding, engulfing light ruptures
The dark thicket- the sensations obscures
Me yet I accept it as if know intimately.
As my pupils acclimate, an image is revealed ultimately.
I encounter a tender, warm, and benevolent sensitivity;
There is no malice in this cherubic entity,
only kindness, wisdom, and sinless beauty-
The purest of hearts pale in comparison to this cutie.
This shining glory is my love;
Slowly floating down with the innocence of a dove.
With her as my muse, the impossible is nothing.
The worldly vices are now fading.
All I long for is her divine kiss,
But this wretch will never know that bliss.
For as I close to the gleam,
She ceases to be- I can only dream