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.