Dawn

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Ethereal love

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If I were a poem

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Affection

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You're like a moon only one in my sky whom I can't afford to be mine

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She fell in love with the idea of his genetic engineering but he couldn't find her gene of interest in him.

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Let yourself become living poetry
Rumi—

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I sojourn along the seashore
Alone and ailing from my own woe
Contemplating and singing melancholy
When no one heard my dolorus tone

I bedecked myself with the festoon of
Withered blooms and continued the
Melody of woebegone unless the dusk
Broke into the nightfall

I was wailing to place my blazing cicatrix
In thy liniment amour but thou were lost
In betwixt the Orion of the winter sky, I still
Continued my melody of melancholy which
Ne'er heard by someone

I saw the gummservi that was coming near
To me to soothes my blazing cicatrix through
Their cozy blanket, I shrouded my cicatrix
Along the seashore

I lulled asleep myself over the sedge of thine memories and I dreamt myself in thy arms
And orison that moment would ne'er end
Alas! I awoke and found myself alone and
Ailing along the seashore

But then I felt that my sullen and gloomy lips
Are giggling from thy hues and festoon of
Withering blooms are blossoming and smelling from thine redolant

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**I never stumble and fall for you**

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**you'll always be the poem I'd love to carve on my epitaph**

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