Life's Little Lamentation

May this small little post brings about an understanding of my small little self, and that you will know I love every inch of you, and your small little thoughts.

There were once when I thought the sun rises only when you rise, your spellbinding beaute, serve my sight with unimaginative awe, and by that treat I would soon find truth. No more would another glance be free beyond the seas I make real, my enemi abundans, for they too were mesmerised, and by that same charm my flaws are amplified. We found time and time willed the sun sets before you could rise, your likeness fading, and the memories you have bequeathed intwine with the ones you have stole. For it has come to this that the sun rises when you should rise, but if I may I may, care less of that than to see exactly how many sunsets away I am.