I have tried to be where you are
But I couldn't, cause you're too far
All I ever did, is admire
Your visage bloom like a flower
Your season is this fresh picked rose
A vibrant red that thrums like blood
That my heart respond and impose
Electric sparks in my skin that flood
Everytime I think of you dear
Yes think, cause I've seen you rarely
I don't know if you did revere
This Austere's love poem fairly
But I'm always the backdrop queen
In your great emperor power
Though I will be your musician
Ever writing songs and prose forever