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The sun’s meager rays shine forth,

Trumped, indefinite, by her ethereal warmth.

Goddess divine, blinded my eye unbearable.

Further casted myself aside, she on a pedestal.

This what I wanted, this what I needed.

A woman with a heart like her, I breathe it.

Sustenance to a broken heart not to be mended,

But time beheld her ability to bend it.

Back into shape, back into mine.

I felt it myself, her beauty, her heart was mine.

I finally gave mine away, and my heart was thine.

Res Ipsa Loquitur, my negligence has cast her aside.

Like my own heart, I filled it, then let it to die.

Now what once was ours is anyone’s to take.

A free form verse flowing with mistake.

This a representation of my grave error,

Never to make again, unless I see another face.

Sleep comes around, and she is what I see.

The ethereal bliss of what was meant to be.

 

William Tynan McMahon