All that glitters br is not gold. br Not all those raptures br are love br those symphonies br are not music to ears br Oft ounce of smile br Hides tones of agonies. br And weary eyes asks br Indifferent firmament br Why me? br br br The calcareous insecurities br suffered when child br that haunts br the old sepulchre br Can only be br hammered down br by diaphanous love. br br Deep values br engraved when young br cannot be defaced br They lie in subterranean br Unconscious br like solid rock foundation. br br From the cinerary, br a fire so bright br May be exiguous br so effulgent br that when br renewed br shall be a br quixotic sword of love br that was once broken br But now will slay the ghost br Of haunted memories br So to make place for br Immaculate peace and br love divine.