Miserable!

filth with the emotions of course,

Yes, miserable. her last vocab may be,

there are moulds they said,

I did not claim

was that epiphany

No, I think.

So, what was the game

I think her eloquence, maybe.

She is my cynosure now, I say.

It was not a dalliance, I think.

she was already crystal clear,

I think It was my mondegreen

because, yes, the attraction,

the sound of serendipitous wafture

she seems naive, Yes she is.

or it's me .. Am I feeling pyrrhic

am I?

I know she's desultory

but again comely as well

I know somewhere I have seen those eyes,

the summery into them is not unknown,

and I know that is eternal.

I do believe she came as a talisman

yes, I do believe she is in pain

but she came into my turmoil state

And now, I think we are dancing in the most painful lullaby of our lives.