The dew on the rose petals,
I see in you,
Should I immerse myself or should my fidelity suffer and crave thee
For the longing will provide vigour and fabricate CUPID in me,
I am enthralled by your unparalleled grace and charisma
The episode where the hermit dies of regrets, But
Why the nectar now feeds on the solitary species,
Whilst its filling the cup you never had,
The blood was never more red
Nothing was more touched and desired,
The portray of the dissolute does not de-escalates even after her lover's dotage,
But life goes on IT HAS NO CHOICE and;
There will be more noble pursuits in this age of reason,
But love , music and verses on parchment are what we featherless bipeds live for.