The Wanderer's Poem

O 'tis just me;
who was I, such iridescent being?
Without a path to shine I'm seeing?
But why was I, what ye be agreeing?
Agree to none of my supreme being.

A mature child.
A widow of the wild.
O wilderness of the child,
why hast thou smiled?
Thou understandest none compiled.
Thou forever stood lonely child.
Thou without future piled;
yet 'twas the child of maturity
who simply smiled.

O brilliant heart, filled thy awe.
so ostentatious.
Flaw!
Fie upon deliriousness!
None will know but the Almigthy,
who destined us our destiny;
O Lord my savior, O Thy grace
who destined us path without disgrace.
Words as if buzz of the bees,
yet when O Lord hath spoke to thee,
love and be loved, I prithee.

Bending or bent road of thine,
O, she went without peace for mine;
but 'twas a former friend of mine.
Thy aptitude, sky high as thyself;
slave, slave, slave!
Thy slave of oneself.
Ah, thou shan't be brave,
until thy flower wilts in grave.