Terponei

_Terponei_ Terponei is not a graffiti, Instead a monument of power, She came mine augmentere, Treponie is a covet of many men, A desired sapphire for true. Come all to help me dream, Because I sleep all time to plea, And disapprovals I don't lack, Because she's vowed to wretch my peace, Keeping deep in the ocean, Wherefore often I die of coma. Look! She comes not like the dogs of Pavlov, Which repeat mistakes, They let Pavlov learn them, Her emotions are ever on a phase plateau, Love is a plant that sprouts fast, Terponei, Treponie is the butterfly to catch, Thus I'll grow to be a kangaroo, Because I love her stalk, And I'm the lover without quota. I drafted this poem as my most coded work. Many facts are hidden herein. When I began writing, I loved concealing secrets in poems. I'll love readers to see this work slowly.