LOST IN FLORENCE TOWN

Once I'm Obsessed by the glaring motion on her face, still, no volcanic hills obstruct my obsession, mere synthetic thrills deny my emotions you think I'm bound? "no!" least I exclaim in dread rage, everything looks red in color while I sink in danger. this heart beats a second before Halloween clocks good morning and linger. is this love I feel each time I rhyme with her name. I choose not to bow my knee, late alone let life breath in a new dew. her face flows in essence, sometimes I wonder whether I'm bound in Italy? or lost in Florence, thinking about it, makes me sleepless hitherto nights I slept walking, her fragrance enslaves her cloth, how then could a mortal man escape her flow of smell. bound despite being tall, bound despite being a man of stone, these letters seem not to respect a man of my caliber. this small town seems not to fear what's near. this short small town seems not to fear heights if only we could study hearts instead of study minds. we would then realize that Florence is just a town within me.