~*~
ON INFATUATION
My cheeks are pink-flushed
Madly you make me blush
My pulse races horribly fast
But you make my heart stop.
~*~
ON BRAVERY
Dragons and cackling witches
In a magical playing field
The poor damsel in the story
But the golden sword she wields.
~*~
ON LIFE AND DEATH
Living might be my wed wife
But Death, she’s my mistress
For when I finally tire of Life
Death’ll relieve me of all its stress.
~*~
ON BEING SPOILED
You used to be like cold milk
Simply sweet and pure white silk
But they left you out too long then
And now you’re spoiled rotten.
~*~
ON BUBBLES
I glimmer with sheer iridescence
Floating softly without defence
But alas, this quaint beauty is fragile
Once I pop, gone forever is my smile.
~*~
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A Lost Painting