As the mind wades in the pool of senescence,
Memory is burned in the fire of evanescence.
Life is painful and swift but has a gift.
First love.
A being so divine,
She grows farther toward beauty, due time.
Easier on the eyes than sapphire,
Attention grasping
Like a forest fire.
The roots of desire.
Approach,
And retire into her embrace,
You will anyways when eyes lie upon her face.
Forever await her presence,
Her presence is convalescence,
Place her essence
In the part of mind
That is designed to forever hold the life memories that were deeply defined.
