Dutiful~~~

Love had planted its own seed in my heart

As if, by doing so,

It would fulfill me, surround me,

Elevate me, exalt me

And even cause me to forget of life's woes!

Love's seed grew and bloomed into a sparkling flower

One meant to attract the bees of the other realms

There where the Lord's enchantment keeps everything

Swirling always in a tumultuous sea of peace and sooth!

Love's flower, though, with time, wilted

And died

Bringing me to experience a state of being

Where only actions are given their due

Thereby making of me, a sort of automated robot

Awaking to emotions only when

I close myself into the night's silence

To let the tunes of the divine flute overwhelm me!

 Pray, of my passage here in this realm

I shall, if Fate sees it fit, make a fruitful harvest

Whether it be on the spiritual plane

Or on the mundane one

Yes, as long as I will walk on my thorny path

I shall try to fill my peers with warmth

Ignite their faces with bubbly laughs

Drown their hearts with the ecstasy of life, and

Awaken their souls with the essence of mysticism!

As for love, its seed, and its wilted flower,

Pray, I shall cryogenize them

To have them brought to life, 

Someday, when I shall find myself, sprouting

In a realm where humility and innocence

Are revered as if they were the core foundations

Of existence!