Reciprocation and its denial.

Only god knows that the roses are but beauties
When though these flowers drench in all the air
Only god knows that misery spawns from the thoughts of Aphrodite
As they touch the body's fragile frame

Caged.
I am a caged bird. A weak popinjay.
In the beginning there was darkness and one mans loneliness to love

And you were the only one alive between the constellations and land of my mind
Ha! What will happen when those seven angels come with seven bowls?
Seven plagues will reek
The three false beasts trampling the ends of time
Caging of the devil by Gabriel when the apocalypse ignites for a thousand or so in the pits of death
And we speak up onward for the 400,000 to release from his vivid grasps?
There is a beginning to this every end.

An Omega to this every Alpha...
and nor the left nor the right chambers of your pumping life water
will ever tell you my desires and my thirst to love you.

unrequited indeed.