What a man adores

A smile
blooming as a flower does
in the spring
with invigorating glow
that glow of happiness
warm, cozy
its that feeling
that feeling
no nightmare can take away
no sickle of death can cut, (though how sharp it might be)

It's that smile
that smile
you can't live without
for rest of your life
memorable in its simplicity
the charisma of intensity
it's vivid curvature
that majestic giddiness
that phenomenon
worth living for
once, to see again
before I die
I dare

That sweet melody
does away any malady
even, a whisper is exquisite
ever, for it imparts life
in each breath
with pulsating weight
in lonely heart mine
with vigor that vitality
ah I would love to hear
listen till the last chapter of eternity
till time is powerless
to move on
as will I be

For beauty is ephemeral
when it is adored
from the bottom of tiny heart
freely captured from those dark
dark windows to the soul
imprinted as lifetime memories
free! free of false, that false longing
of youths, of old bones
for union, for reliving life no more
no more
again
.
ART
that majestic sublime art,
Ah, it is immortal, timeless
that is what a man adores most
in forms as many as it may be
as is the joy, that they comes cascading forth
as is the sadness, they stimulates to leap above
ah, mortality, short, that sweet dying epiphany
that, what man adores always most, the ecstasy
despite breathing temptation,
(within without)
adore, the beauty immortality
more, the moment of fragility
far from distance, it is more
adore, the songs of dreamer
lullaby every turn of rise and fall
adore, everything...life
and death
in peaceful death
worry no more...

for you are adored...most