The most serene soul contemplates Many possibilities of reason. Nature's bountiful treasures. Waters of life Vast hills of tranquility Beaches of erosion. Here I sit With the enlightenment of peace. Thinking only of your eternal beauty. An angel with love Scribblings are my passion. My literary soapbox of logical ramblings. With only the moonlight To guide my inspiration with joy. And thus my love for you Never to be revealed. For it tortures my soul With cataclysmal suffering. There is no life without pain, And no love without regret.