My
Beautiful: Shalt not one fall from Grace!
Like
who use to 'misuse' conferred Gratis;
Who make
believe, did never in lieu, albeit it's always,
Those submit not by merely gazing above ,
As
how long one sans interlude would fly;
Wild
harvesters never sow to germinate,
Once
descend unfurls - gracious or sly.
For
those kisses missed that never lasted,
But
never missed prospect to say goodbye;
As
if escaped with speed of a photon,
What's
imperceptible with the naked eye.
Goodness
gracious, warp would be no less,
But
empyrean, if could sway the time;
My
Beautiful: One shalt not fall from Grace!
Even
if touch lost in this crowded paradigm.