'Faith flatters those, with the chimera of willpower' (Part 1)- Oriatsu Yori 



Late at night- when we spoke-and all the talk were with fingers

Situation, the director, told us what and when and where to go,

When we spoke- Late at night- and the scene t'were; me and her,

Later on, his actors, might just play part-role of a couple. 



And when time showed up as a guest, he beckoned us to play the host;

He played knight, and she-what was natural.

Lust was love; and love was lust. All was lost when lust turned into Love,

These were things he scarcely knew, and in return knew not of her.  



And so she spoke ( in more ways than one)-my response were 'attention'

With cherry lips (that pressed and pursed)-and gently hidden soft whispers;

'One alone finds freedom-but with another-liberation from the world...'

And so she said 'the heavens...have all gone to sleep' 



'You say you feel somewhat jealous for the rivers and the winds.

Because the rivers have been given chance to view my Countenance?

Because the winds, so opportune, to brush against these Expressions?

That they pay respects to elegance, as they bow to witness my Essence?' 



I swear, her bones, are enchanted; I swear they are finely sculptured

Even if she were to say nothing; she'd always have a way of speaking 



'Perhaps it would be best, if you weren't so Privileged

Enough to have the option-of paying late-night-visits.

But this is not the option-which you will have to make

It will be the choice I make-decisions yours to respect.' 



Ah, how words and speech could not describe the wisdom of her beauty

I doubt that I would ever find in books of playwrights a single contestant.

Even then, what if I found, a single word to explain her; she would be 'unique'.

( End of part 1. -=potty break? lol-= )