Nira’s Tale Of Love: XIII

Arms those never perspired;

Charms that never inspired.

For her, youth was all about to be felt,

Needed only experiences to be held.

A calm breeze chilled thy body of reverie;

She tried to seal thy nudity of memory.

Like a flying kite without a string, searching the kiter;

Lying in the night, a lonely queen staring at the timer.

Again, to kill her passion she needed a liaison;

The world appears vacuum, cheats her possessions.

Burn burn ashlessly to burn,

Turn turn shamelessly to burn.

Unkind time of misery;

Lost its lime of forgery.

Her timer engulfed her like a lotus-eater;

Thanked memory prolongs Janus's suffer.