An Aurora’s light within my lover’s soul;
A spark so bright, roses bloom premature.
Men whisper of their meetings with her.
Those without souls to see… leave in jerking gesture;
As lovers teased in adolescent adventure
Admitting not to be of such high-caliber,
To be in her presence, without hope or future.
Help me my friends, how do I describe her?
Pure, innocent, commissions’ love ever-present.
All are invited. Silence your words,
Those who are willing to lose their minds,
accepting a hearts’ sweet surrender.