Lo, and behold, have I find thee
how serene yet coyly dancing together with the clouds
shall I trespass and creep my feet unto the white sands?
how the splash of waves croon haplessly
shall I warble until the Nereids awoke?
Nay, ’tis not the day to invade your freedom
forgive my primeval audacity i can hardy control
thy majestic beauty blows me off
thus, i leave not with undeafeated sorrows
but abysmal bliss, i myself cannot fathom.
Linking this post to Wednesday Whites and Watery Wednesday