Romantic words whispered in rhyme, Seeking the bloodied lover’s kiss.

Seductively offered in rhythmic time,

Ambient forest surrounding desire’s watery mist.

Response unrequited comes straight from the heart, In simple prose the abrupt words do tear; Sorry, I’m in love with another.

Sweet desirous soul, angel of springtime lake, Offer me hope for twin flames should conjoin. But promise my rose shall be thornless, not fake, Or the red petals shall fall hefty from your loin.

In prose she responds as before, Her elegant form is never seen again.