Love at a glance,
Now, a lost dream,
But precise and trim.
Could i imagine,
Of being soul-less skin?
Smiling with the askance;
And that makes sense.
Cause you see,
Humans do flee,
Of emotional drives
Or nature's strives.
But alike evidence,
As a murder essence
Fragments of memories,
Imprisoned in glories,
Of physical form.
Left Behind-norm.
A novel obsession,
Surrounds the posession.
A secret collection,
I guard with affection.
Unique domains,
Of exotic remains.
Each piece of physical matter,
Has certain tale to utter.
A boarding coupon,
When tears fell in turn.
A croissant wrap,
Left, but I did tap.
A poetry dismissed.
Then, mistakenly, now kissed.
An audio capture.
To travel past from future.
Every sight i turn to,
I relive a moment or two.
Can a bought object,
Bestow me this effect?
Neither can people,
Whose step tremble.
Rights on them,voided.
But not on objects,invaded.
I might sound materialist.
Factually, Enlightened Realist!
Although, are harmless,
May turn, elements of distress.
As the verve of fears,
Of losing, reincarnates in Souvenirs.
