What becomes of the nature of a relationship so flavorous?
Surely the fruit of the divine will trandsend and be gifted to that of its will,
for a nature so resounding and so still must be of importance.
And yet it dons the cloak of the midnight rain,
And despite its needless arguments and its fruitless intent, It continues to diguise itself in perfumes of pureness and beauty,
Surely if the nose is blinded by its unlawful nature, the other senses will be smothered as well?
And yet, what is one meant to find in a storm weathered in glass?
Flavorous it may be but the rotten core of the divine fruit will come to light soon.
How is one meant to go about a puddle of stars only to find a black hole?
Dissapointent is set to become either the landmark or the destinaiton.