Discharge me from her friendship

 She is still in my thoughts lingering optimistically in my head.
What shall I do? Pretense is a hopeless purpose. 
If beauty had a face, her graceful face will always be beauty's choice. 
I cannot disclose such passionate reflection in conversation,
She will discharge me from her friendship with eternal silence. 
But I do not mourn for I am happily married
Taken by an arresting eye
That her jail is a cathedral to me. 

K.Oni