Strangled by time and obnoxiousness.
Today, hear the voices of summer on the first
day of you; however the rain, you’re still special.
Indeed. If otherwise, please let me so—
the contrary of your pity,
is nothing but your beauty.
On par with; or most likely a seraph yourself:
Long, silken, beautiful skin;
That glows beyond tolerable.
Raven brows and lashes;
Those arch and fan impeccably reasonable.
Deep, dark eyes;
Those say more than fathomable.
Cerise and plump lips;
Those curve and open obscurely accessible.
Inwardly, all these but nothing;
I can only mouth these to you.
Your mirth, it’ll live.
However, while you’re gone away.
In all honesty, this is all but you,
And I beg for you to rethink of things—
My own enigmatic shades of white.
-belated happy birthday dear :*