Colonel Mathura beckons me forward, but the balcony is a maw with a balustrade of marble teeth. The crowd devours me with their cheers. I shuffle forward to be consumed by their support. The midday ... [+]
If I could answer, my true love is rare,
Curled hair bestows la Seine color amber,
Helen's beauty dimmed to thine bright eyes flare.
Enticed by beam through woods I shall follow,
Light to treasure in misty life of mine,
Lovable Muse makes all my tomorrows,
Elysium flowers when thou and I combine.
May life be sweets and porridge we enjoy,
Years after years hands held as Gods ordain,
Lilac stows serene scents of our story,
Ocean devours mountain while wills remain.
Vista vouched as ends my sacred journey,
Era rises as starts our sublime destiny.