Stalwarts the warts of this callous mind.
Shall i take all downwinded behind,
yet i can make something out my nothings
and submerge all things
into sweet lovely things that can never be,
as one to take a treasure
that happens to be not
of gold nor silver
or even as sweet as nectar of your kisses.
© oliver a. melendez⊙■D3D14$/ VDL C7:14 / B2:91