1 May 2012
Dear Inamorata,
I am tranquil in your quivering eyes, So modest and pure, As freshly fallen snow Upon weary, trembling ground.
Innocence in the warmth of your heart. True beauty hidden beneath A nervous and traumatised girl.
Your mirror could never tell The elegance you carry so paradoxically within your Unconfident shell.
Hiding your true form from others, In fear of reproach, Protecting your Army of Beauty with one Soldier alone.
Your love is to me As a blessing in a speechless land; Like a starving child, Until you entrusted to me The honour of calling you mine.
Hidden beauty in all, But you choose me, Just a Man, Just a Boy.
Yet your soul calls out to mine, Deep within,
Lucid, Undeniable, Perfect...
Beautiful.
Inamorata • Opuss № I