you were the touch, 

the heart.

my soul. 

the immortalize merely found in

a gloom of a dimly forest. 

you were the heart of many sorrows, 

yet a thourougly beauty as clear as a mist just 

before the dawn leading to 

its new morning. 

or its new day. 

you were the penetrating 

beauty indeed as clear as a mist

just before dawn. 

like the heart of many

misplaced sorrows

and even more forsaken 

words.

yet you carried a truth

leading to an infinite

eternity.

Speculum est anima mea ad viloriale.