Paled by the dazzling femininity of her figure,
I was the most envied man in the world -
Or so in my dreams.
I had developed an unquenchable affection for this particularly cultured young girl,
Her figure so delicate and mien so poised.
Oblivious, I was sailing into the heart of calamity,
Destined to doom me eternally.
Through the unfavorable unwinding of events,
I had recoiled back into my shell of isolation.
So wholly convinced of my immunity,
I had refrained from wooing other maids.
At times, I would sit in the still of the night,
Overwhelmed by the intense and novel thoughts that were trampling through my mind.
I could hear the distant thundering of the highway,
Filled with impervious cars zipping by �V
And with a surge of despair so great,
I ran out in to the cold night, staring into the vast foreboding sky.
The illusion of freedom and the reality of solitude plunged into my heart.
With a damning determination, I had confined myself to a life of solitude,
Living alone in the banes of my supposed failure.
Thus I lived out my life in solidarity,
Undistinguished and secluded,
I left no visible marks of my short existence,
No notable accomplishment to part me from the crowd.
I stepped into my grave crestfallen,
While the cause of my distress still roams this earth. trinixile | 02/17.02
How much I long to be with one so chaste!
The sight of her lets joy fulfill my heart.
So smart she is, and full of taste.
To look at her will make my troubles part.
Her body is so full of shape and grace;
Her face provides a flawless work of art-
Her posture calms me as a peaceful place,
As if some master painter did impart.
Woeful, to hold her in the dim twilight,
Into her brown eyes gazing, calm her mien,
Requites for the dullness of the night.
Her effect so extremely feminine!
So thus for now I can only day-dream,
For hope my ecstasy will reign supreme. trinixile | 09/23/99