Cherry blossoms rouge red, teardrops twinkle starlight mystified by beauty. How rare the morning beauty glows in the bud of freshness and all known movement of time faces eternal love of this time.
I bare the marks of sworn torn scattered wrenches that is love, sweet desire throw me with force, fade into nothing, disappear into the fog and rains.
Be consumed by emptiness and allow her to cleanse your sadness. Allow her loving arms to constrict your lies that rippled on my heart only to destroy my image of a former self that once was a proud man.
I’m convicted by loneliness to endure a journey that never ended.
Melvyn Mohan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selfless-selfish-self/
