THE ETERNAL SHE

The beckoning cry,
Mutilated and betrayed of mine,
Urged sinters she,
With love, I appeared,
Though arrogant and bright,
Brooded she,
Physical spices and cries,
Were all meek,
She spoke to me,
Allured and adored I woke,
Petals of thinking mine,
Sal carries the bird of our name,
Souls are now free of flaws,
But there’s a nail that pinch,
Bevy today and baffle the world,
There’s none in the world to betray,
Bars are not the light of sight,
Come to me I asked her,
Feeble she gave a fragile look,
Their was a notch deep in heart,
That made me despair,
Really the love of life is she,
She has become the only I see,
I do not who she started living inside me.

Do not try figuring any meaning out of these words ‘cause I myself do not know what they mean, while typing it I found it one of the worst of my creations.