I’ll try to paint a portrait of you
Under the pale rays of these twinkling stars
Since the memories of us are few
I’ll recall the dearest to my aging heart
Your gentle voice,
Like a soothing air it came
The melody of seraphs
When you said my name
Cajoled my broken trust
It was in symphony
With an honest heart
Alas! You are, the only sapphire
Chorused in dreams, of biting lips.
Alpha E. Y.