You Are the Perfect Courtier

She's Turbulent like the wind, Contaminated the land of hearts of men, At night in the light like a shadow, Words of such a fine recipe -- One willingly swallows, You are the Perfect Courtier Eyes bright of fire as the sun, Sheds light to what's seen in the distance, Yet burning those that lie close at heart, Linen floods down your body, Large heels, half shut eyes, You are the Perfect Courtier Now I find myself empty hearted, Full -- with nothing valuable Insides like garbage, Cloudlike's your grey reputation, In your frames train of thought, Black and White in separate frames, How neglect thy eyes -- to which I connect, You are the Perfect Courtier In my island of time the dreadful reality bears like -- scarce fruits; unknown kinds From the tree of knowledge, I realize You are the Perfect Courtier Many have been afflicted, by painful---pleasurable stings of your whip...I can't resist! However I, I, I must cut the string! Farewell and Yes -- You are the Perfect Courtier