Here I am again to plead with those here to reap.
With those that care not for the seeds I have sown.
Eyes that eternally frame tender, untainted windows.
A face that can only be described as divinely made.
All I ever see is the most delectable of disposition.
Unmistakable design to supersede all in cognition.
A timeless relic in an age of sheer mass production.
Beauty is an understatement. Transcendent, more so.
Majesty is too far gone. But I haven’t come undone.
Perfection is the closest to capturing this obsession.
Time is of no use in these seeming impossibilities.
Effort tends to solutions that ultimately fall short.
I yearn to be freed from this self-imposed pedigree.
That which I seek perhaps obscures reflections in me.
I can only question other such probable likelihoods.