The Beauty

To discover a soul that my own has been satisfied with, yet shall not touch with my own lips. It pains me to see that soul, the beauty of my great passions, in the hands of another. Seeing her heart all a flutter, yet of black swallowtails; rest in peace my dire dreams of a future with this beauty. A great satisfaction and yet bitterness fills the void that exists within my soul. My satisfaction originates from the soul of my adorations' happiness, and my bitterness resides in the feeling of missing my opportunity for more.
Words whispered to me from the soul of my passions, "... Only change of status..." repeats themselves over and over again within the void of my heart and the vastness of my mind. I hold onto the hope of prospects from a ship that has left the harbour. Waiting for that ship that hold the beauty, to dock once more with conjecture; into the realm of opportunity. My chance resides in that undiscovered and unseen realm. My heart awaits for my love to show her face with open arms accepting my invitation.
Knowing that the beauty is aware of my affections is even more agitating, which throws my confusion into a cyclone of thoughts. She is truly a beauty that is just out of reach. Yet is so very close to my grasp, and to my heart. My innocence has yet to be influenced by flesh or blessed by the source, though my age does not share this fact. I have wandered into the lustful fields of the flesh, yet I have not satisfied my cravings. Reserving my innocence for the beauty, is a challenge that I have never taken. To save it for the one soul that is my soul's satisfaction no more, to the fullest extent, shall be blessed by the source.