Behold

My eyes are the landscape of dreary clouds, ever since my aching feet scrambles in
search of you, since then my screams fallen to ancient times, in a mad hunt just for
you, since then my countless tears having fed the flowers of the world, except for this
lonely garden untouched, as I seek further your whereabouts. Since then my grieving
like the roaring of tidal waves crashing to the shore, and I left with this grief of dolor towards the
absent smile, my one and only cure, that once kept this heart in chains, no more, and I reeling
upon your happy return, sighing joyfully, having found my one moment of laughter, and
so, I beg this fantasy of mine to keep drawing hopeful dreams in favor of your real return,
that you may become my forever companion once more.