Scrumptious Scrap
Scrumptious Scrap
‘Twas Love I thought in my valor days
With air perfumed intoxicating daze...
Time stands still in the Valley of Love
On passionate peaks where Angels shove
Whirlwind wines of saporous sites
With poison ivy’s approaching, apatite’s
Is it Love?... is it really really true?
An enticing elixir or bewitching brew
Let me ingest this nectar of the Gods
And admirably avert the frivolous frauds
But Venus venues her trusted trap
As I lie discarded a scrumptious scrap.
Dec.19.2016
But it was not real - Contest
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Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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