As the chilled autumn wind
bears down on my bared back,
as I watched a leveled sea,
So cold would be this memory
As the white gold sun
peaks over verdant mountains
tinting the sky a pale blue
bathing all in an ethereal glare,
a soft romantic glow
to all I can seen
So bright would be this memory:
A warm summer day in June
Exams, applications, dealt and done
When she dons this venerable garb,
One last time:
In the depths of the theater,
the lights would always be dimmer,
the air would always be thicker,
but the glow of her visage would always be brighter.
In the eyes of the romantic, all will fade to shadow,
And the pale gold hue of her skin
would glow a vibrant, lively glow
As the innocence of her shy smile
would lift my heart,
one last time
If it fate would allow, so much so
that I'd short and be at peace
My elegant and graceful muse,
the unknowing keeper of my conscience
My symbol of dedicated innocence and sanctity,
Blessed with an air of tranquil, true sentience,
The inspiration to my honor, my near opposite,
Fate has been unkind to me,
and you will be mist
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