Oh 'fairy' one,
Fairer than lilies;
Nothing would suffice,
The courage,
Fashion'd in thee,
Lush'd out of thine heart,
The beauty one eludes,
Fables and tales,
Of the Asian and African decent,
Bestowed ere long in the eld minds,
Tell of such perfection,
When it once existed.
Come be my betrothed,
And I shall bestow upon thee thy wish,
A banquet I shall hold,
And my skew'd past shall be bygone,
For a 'saint' I have found,
Dodge these mask'd betrayers,
in the name of compeers,
For like a leech,
Your love they suck,
And leave thy feelings,
Clustered and sad!
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
