Florence Italy’s David it is not,

But my first infatuation…not love.

Eyes radiating my gaze,

Melting my continence with the slightest smile.

I’d never felt this feeling, 

As suddenly, music meant more.

Lyric songs spoke to my heart,

Highlighting the possibilities that the future holds.

But as fast as it came, feelings were replaced,

With the wanting look from another’s face.

Serendipity and he too bore the name,

That follows my journey to this day.

Chaos spans the years,

One by one damned for the delight of the fourth.

No solace is meant to be,

For fate’s emotion cease…it flees.