You took an incarcerated diamond and

bit from its value. I can imagine the 

loneliness at the top of your ambition. 

It was an exodus in the 

midst of a Goddesses dream. 

You waltzed over temptation 

like a perfect lecture never 

getting its time to shine. 

The nature of being rants to 

the selfishness of fulfillment.

“You called me, I felt you.” 

Inside the goodness I rest in 

the sanctuary of hope, hoping

you find my message written 

in your existence. 

“You called me, I felt you.”

When I can’t bicker with the Gods 

I know you can make him understand

who feels who?

Comb each caress, believe before 

you belong, and aspire before you answer. 

Temptation is poison. The empath can feel

and solidify the touch of his purpose.