as the stars beam light onto the optic lense of mine
i peer across the plane to where the roses grow divine.
twards the sun they spurt. feasting on morning dew
they resemble me as i grow fond to you
drawing closer in persuit of your epiphany
i would sail in dreadful waters without cavelry
the signs on this oddysey warning me :wrong way!
but this heart of mine can't help it. i must disobey.
i just threw that together in a few minutes. how am i?