The Portrait of Eternal Wanderer as a Poet

Eternal Wanderer is never one for reading poetry. Perhaps he still has not mastered relishing the words encapsulated in a poem. He has difficulty appreciating the subtle imagery and subtext associated with it. He wishes that one day though, he would eventually learn to savor this written form of art.

Neither is Eternal Wanderer inclined to write poetry himself. He previously tried writing a haiku, the result of which turned out to be rather of the banal kind. However, he is still determined to make a poet out of himself. After all, is it not human to seek the betterment of his lot?

So Eternal Wanderer burned the candle to labor over another descriptive but succinct haiku. He spent countless hours crafting words together to capture a powerful memory etched in his mind. This time, he hopes he would be able to eloquently express himself in this most disciplined form of poetry-writing.

Mesdames et messieurs, Eternal Wanderer hereby unveils his latest creation, a haiku of which tells of his genuine state at that particular moment in time.

You speak, "Taste my love."

I refuse your liquid fire.

Spring virgin am I.

Eternal Wanderer is indeed pure, immaculate, and gentle, is he not?

*giggles*

Y'all have a great week ahead of you, folks!