Her feet merely touching the ground, she walks past, like an angel, leaving behind, a sense of loss and sorrow, my heart in a raging war against my mind. I make my way over the untrodden path towards a life of solitude. And my heart explodes, for it strives for the beauty and serenity that you drizzle upon me, for thou art my passion and my reality Where have thee gone-my beloved, for my fondness towards thee has not but grown over the wild shackles that prevent my freedom, the society haveth within its grip.