Scorpian

• The scorpion adds an advantage of spite.

The goodwill to explore her, with not even his might.

He glistens his nose upon her clandestine smile.

She , the perilous is abruptly confused.

To portray …

To act…

To be…

She, is her own professed and sometimes confused individuality.

Her glow…

Her hair…

Her brow to cleave, cannot be that to his…

To vanquish the skeleton within her heart, is a must she must perform.

The careless is separated from her judgment to care, but her heart requires a deeper degree of immortal temptation.

To be frivolous, tis is not to nurture.

She needs a scorpion to bite her to relinquish her eternal love.

Her connection, her presence within his heart is spread that is evident.

But God spake to her…and offered a renew.

But the other, the partner did not reply.

His sentiments are reversed, for his need to captivate his bachelordom is far beyond her cry.

She cannot see beneath the well of reality, for her soul is one and now lost to a irreverent-connected soul.

He despite all recollection denies her…

He for all action is only a desirous spectacle to be alone.

For in the end if he should ever contemplate, they, he will need to convey his love, by her way to forgive.

For now, the blood of his, has vanished and does not stream.

He can never speculate, if she will ever harvest his offspring in her womb..

His adoration for inflation has no crop for motive.

As sad as she is, his denial only allows death.

Her motivation knows no bound…

For his harvest is the presence she adores.

When the war convenes she is the mightiest.

Until his cynical nature subsides, she is lost journeying for him, as he travels at warp speed against her.

His isolation is the abuse, her heart cannot take.

Until heaven, shall she concentrate?

Amass the scorpion who holds her heart, like a great flaming fire that flees away from the wind.

When the final storm comes, the nightingale is taken forever by the scorpion who only has her heart.