Form Of Kypris

Doubt truth to be a liar but not that i love look up, see past the grey. the radiance seeps through and suddenly there is awakening with so much to offer and yet still so little to share. it misleads those who sustain the will to carry on. this is the energy that emanates from the emptiness, devotion to the eyes of the beloved. don't let the excess of aura be blinding, there's simply no more words can express. she's held in such warm regard. such a gentle face, kind soulful eyes. sweet kypris. helplessly addicted to the inviting simplicity of a silhouette. there's temptation brooding. setting the souls in motion, letting all go. this affliction knows no healing. given place by cryptic decree. effigy of a recollection set ablaze by the desire to be in the thoughts and heart of no other but the one all senses seek. in time we'll be standing listlessly in the unknown.
Revisting what's done conveys the break. in revisiting the deed recountance breaks the desire to stand. what has been done is done. what is to come is to come for no one. wallowing in unease. restlessly awaiting release. there will be no more contemplation once the deed has been matched.
"i love you."