An Infatuate's dream
Standing beside the still waters Often did he contemplate Of a life of routine and monotony Or a stone ignorant of diversions Scrutiny shaped into introspection No sooner did he hugged an eventual solitude Realizing the only foot prints were his Cursed in an endless loop of desolation But the moss filled stone had a hope Of being casted across the water And create innumerous ripples Sending shivers down the spines so material The wish finally came true When a frolic young wave washed the shores And it didn't leave him behind Neither was he resistant Seconds of time failed to describe A paradigm shift to a world Where he found a reason to live Where he found someone so right Reluctance had to play no longer For he wished to be painted all new With every color of dive into the unknown With every touch, he called them memories Speedy was the adrenaline rush As he entwined into the cupid's canvas He found peace, he assumed love And an eter...