My Tower

"Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind ; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind" William Shakespeare

It as if the tower of my genius has crumbled
I've come to a writer's block in the road to my epic destiny
But still the waters move in the moonlight , with sounds of love , laughter, the clinging of glass as we toast to new heights
Epic scenes of paradise
Yet I lose it all in a moment's glance
Frozen in forever sorrow
Yet I question?
Will I repeat these steps the dawn of Moro
Or carve a new feature into this staute of my being.
My ultimate masterpiece ,
The trials of my life...