Low vibrations;
illusions of your image
still feeling temptations.
Contagious smile
to rejoice
and see from a mile.
Your shyness
had to bloom
of the reddest cuteness.
Active in any time;
an intellectual kind
such a sublime.
To admire
a frequent color as if
Blue was to my blind eye of desire.
The cascade of love we had
but Ministry came to control
to abandon me sad.
By: Chantal Camus
