a prose to your beauty

A Prose to your beauty

Is it a parody?

Or a tragedy?

Or perhaps a mystery

My soul had wandered the cosmic

In search for something beautiful

What I’ve found was a limerick

That was intended for me, a fool

I’ve searched and searched

And was void of vision

Conspicuous of the fact that

My life was a mere fascination of beauty

Beauty who’s meaning

That only last for one leaning

Through the smile I’m faking

Every time I heard your name ringing

T’was the stars who said

That I am

The one who is being misled

of my insatiable desire to be with you

of the truth that is dawning

to my head that is learning

that I am raving

for a speck of love from you

What took me so long to understand

that your just a surreal picture

that was meant for me to look on forever,

never to be touched or kissed