by Jacqueline Bartelmo

Created on: December 22, 2008

an Ode to Beauty::

Dear Faithful, passionate, mended heart,

where for in which we Begin-

A tragedy not spoken by my still beating?

A travesty unseen by the Unseeing?

A care unworn by time Untold,

for in Ages long past,

in a Time where we'd never grow old.

An endless summer to idle reverie

ever unbroken our sun basked fantasy,

of a time where never we ended this Dream.

The spring's breezed kiss a lasted memory,

and our Autumn's first Mist the only remedy,

to the Burning, yearning, Passionate Heart;

the thirst a flaming embattlement awaiting the Start;

a call from the Walls and a carry to Arms

all in the notes of an Ode to Beauty.

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