Maio,
you have me
wrapped around
your tiny little
finger, mustard.
~
She is my a n g e l ;
saving me from
these desolate .
thoughts and n
doubts, her o
wings are i
my sole t her halo, with
s a l v a r its sheer and
i quaint glow,
g thoroughly
h scintillates
t e o u s n e s s .
a l l e g o r y
of
good
conduct,
e m b l e m
of
moral
virtue.
a
s y m b o l
of
truth.
a
m e s s e n g e r
of
good
news.
she danced around askew,
with words ❝ i love you, too. ❞
