Poetry

I
used to suppose love was the worst,
Time
was a waste when I once loved,
Oh…how
my soul was plagued in the dimness,
 My cry terrified the abyss in my soul,
And
after that moment I felt bareness in my mind,
But
it is full of a great reminiscence and voice now,
I
realize how I always searched in an empty pond,
When
she was buried in a sea of purple and bliss,
And
so I set out to seek my darling pearl,
I
had gone astray in vast waters but her voice found me,
And
I followed it when I should have dreamt,
And
when my heart was at rest I listened,
In
time I discovered a missing angel,
I
was lost in her gaze so she flew away,
But
I followed again until my body was pathetic,
But
all the time I chased was dear for she came to me,
She
is now the rose in my field of affection,
And
I now belong to her as she does to me.
That
time is emotionally drawn in with my thought,
All
because we fell in love at 4pm.