Celines poem

Brighten, awakeness leaves him waiting to give 

His softness ends at every foot of freedom

When turned into day, an open field takes him to an ease  

The sun’s reveal brings forth a revival within. An open door

Part of this is his awareness, was withheld from her

His mind, she destroyed then rebirthed and enriched 

Neglected was the calmness of her before him 

Alone for her, it was impossible to find him 

Perfectly made for his cold heart, his existence was completely relevant 

It seemed that everything was all the same 

Touched by his cold, she always stood her ground 

Of his unification, his smirking relinquishes her livelihood

Away from this is their beginning. Satisfying 

Which we’re not far from, father god! 

The limits above them, stand higher than the never-ending sky 

Alone she holds tight, imprisoning any mercy 

Aware she was of the remembrance that a world like this couldn’t exist

Apart she put a dependence of her feelings on his kind perception 

His known presence was maybe poised but not  flustered

And there existed one fantasy, he never lived 

Always, was he exposed to this fantasy with luck

After watching her livelihood, he was left delighted 

His hello pulled him away from his introduction

His gut protested, yet she stayed on his mind

The reluctance of this fantasy left no question of if this woman was true 

Covered within him, would she speak? 

Something he had, uncovered something 

Unfamiliar with her fantasy, seemingly bitter. she wasn’t 

He is young and she is holy. She withheld all her love with acceptance 

His lover. Perhaps we won’t know. Acceptation 

However, one thing meant to be remembered about trust, everything single is meant to be demolished