Dedicated to an artist of words
The_WorldBreaker

A vague sense of loss tugged at the core.
The pith that had savored love thirsted for more

Droplets of sorrow spilled from her scouring eyes
Her mind strived and severed the world's bounding ties.

The voice of reason urged it to return
But by the alluring madness of love it was smitten.

Drunk it was with the spirit of liberty
Yet the cherubs of love guarded it's probity

Coursing the winding paths of fervour and hatred.
It shall find solace in the arms of her beloved.