Isradella waits
for ghosts of lovers past
to homogenize
Perfect recipes of want
ingredients elusive
beg materialize
Abundant beauty falls
shorter than ideal
too rarefied
Hope ever lives in one
who strives for vision
so eulogized
Reality proves tepid
in life-dreams eye
and Isradella cries
Disbelieve the sellers
unattainable perfection
and real-eyes
Love no longer exists
the world's forgotten
to individualize
