When the anonymous approach and pass,
The possibilities do endless seem.
For whom of such fortune does lust's light gleam ?
A glance of deeper yearning had been cast.
Shall such a fleeting hope be kept inside ?
No, temporarily this dream is meant;
For none but luckily escape dissent.
The world gives far too much value for pride.
For in as so much given foolish dance,
In gravity, some words remain unsaid.
The night before left much fortune to chance,
an illustrated bonding left for dead.
So time will pass, but faithfully commands
that what is good on earth, ever withstands.