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A radiant beauty
but an enigma
to me.
One to bring marvel,
to me.
Hard to approach or,
to see,
why she was enigmatic
to me.

A passion for life,
a desire to see,
yet here we are,
no travels for we.

There have been days,
when I have tried,
staying away.
Those day, I've cried,
sorrowful was I,
not weeping with tears
but dealing with fears
of losing her.

All giveth the light,
brighten this world.
All, taking the life,
robbing our Soul.

Tell me not,
how just you are.
My faith, in you
has faded,
during these past years.
You take away my beloved,
away from me.
I will not forget,
I will not forgive.

I would like to see her.
Expressing her love,
then walking away,
saying, "I'm leaving."
Perhaps it's best,
if I stay away,
a few days.

A hallway,
a life shared,
she wanders,
unafraid, unprepared.

She's seeking,
something, someway,
she doesn't know
and can't even say.

Lost are the words,
you said to me,
they have become painful,
when I come to thee.

Forever more, are the days
when Christ was born,
as all Christians,
lay in fear, forlorn.

A manger then,
where the newborn lay,
as travelers were bound,
having come to pay
respect to the newborn,
on Christ's birthday.

Comes the day tomorrow,
we thought would never come.
For riches unfulfilled,
on this day we welcome.

Where hath love gone?
Once so easy, spontaneous,
why do desires flee?
Is there no romantic justice?

Last month of the Lunar Calander,
a time for recollection,
before embarking on a New Year.]
Time to learn and apply those lessons
to the new year's limitless opportunities.

A lust for life,
a cry of shame.
You once loved me,
can't recall your name.