Quite, quite as pure as the crystal clear water Flowing down the stream.

Ever so soft,

as if I,

was a newly hatched chick,

Fluffed himself up to keep warm from

The frigid air of his new world.

All of which,

truly were my feeling of love for him.

My lover left me cold and uncomfortable

without a hand to call my own.

How is it that,

even though I choose to be,

with himself Indeed,

I was his significant other.

Many, many To many lies were told,

to keep a broken heart,

that I call My own,

from extreme misery.

Yet the extensive Work was overwhelmed by the flames of Rebecca.

Once you have seen my flaring internal bonfire,

You will never get to be in its presence again.