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."