Self-Encounter

In her gaze, the true self becomes clear;
drunk on calculated power,
this heart remains flawed.

Startled by a meeting with the soul,
fierce passion brings complete ruin...
impending dominion.

In reality's mute mockery,
beneath her strangely beautiful eyelids...
a hundred poems take shape.

Love was born on the novel's page...
escaping her wide-reaching sight—
the ache of wounded resolve.

Hidden in deep embrace...
the melody of blooming self-pity unfolds,
eternal joy bound to her lips,
beyond fate's bitter jest...
a steadfast sentinel—artfully prepared.