—; A year goes by … what appeared to be a century is merely a passing minute I spend to consider you ever inside my mind. It appears these roses blossoming are sprouting those thorns that imprison me … bleed within, and rapture the cold winter of our bond. It can never be clear of this sentiment but it is how it should be; a mere chance to converse these words. Bitter sweet is your tongue that runs through and spirals around … cerulean eyes never averting a gaze, shimmering through a light. Could it be that you aren’t here or I myself am not? Am I a mere illusion, a figment of the imagination or just a prey? Regardless I can say for certain, the little dog has longed for the crow…maybe the crow won’t desire the puppy but shall it sacrifice its wings to stay on the ground or fly for a freedom it has desired? Why seek the freedom when in such a time that grasps…the puppy will reach its lifespan; so now I mourn but rejoice to your taste; so I bid good morning, young lover…no eternal lover…I shall say this…my love for you will never be further explained…but displayed as to give everything to you…for your eternal happiness. ;—

♘: A Piece of Poetic Form from the Young Master to a Mere Servant

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