THE 25TH NOTE
My veins vote that this note be written in the most solitude tone and not to be addressed to the vast multitude. That is, a note that is to be written in the highest altitude of sincerity and dedicated with a great attitude of melancholic address to a special soul.
Although this feeling began like a dream, its stream quickly overflew the brim beyond what my emotional fill could take. I remembered then, when I sent “My letter to her” asking her to feature in my future. I let her know she is “My kind of woman” and I am ready to connect her if she can “Green me to grin”.
Thinking probably she is shy, I sent “The coy mistress” a note of assurance asking her to put me out of this “Misery in a mystery” called love in which I find myself.
Still got no response, I realized I was only fanaticizing “A dance in the rain” of delusional love and that my permutations may be a “Misconstrued gesture”. I had only managed to place myself on a “Cliff of love” where I still stand today with the tears of a “Bleeding love” rolling down my cheeks. Now I know, love and not only “Beauty is what you define it to be” and yet while I still grope in the hope that this episodes will not be a “Tribute” to a love story, I remain “Solely but not lonely”.
Though the scope to cope may be under frustration, I still hold on to the rope of hope. In sincerity do I still seek your chastity- what is my fate my love.