01-17-2018, 11:25 PM
< the immortality of a kitten, the eternity of a kiss >
a dream, shattering
a tear, splattering
desire and destiny, busy nattering
misery's wounds, no longer flattering
passion and longing, victims of battering
joy, hugs, and harmony, all busy scattering
love and forever, no longer mattering
- - -
The Queen thought this was going to be much harder for her peasants;
that it would be difficult to craft decent poems when they were constrained
to contain god-awful bunches of the hyperbolic words frequently contained
in sordid love poems. She was wrong delightfully surprised again.
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?