I love how they love Wendy.
So there's
Shes never been loved before and
She's never been loved
The way he
Loves her
Before and
It's delightful.
She
Loves how he loves her.
It surprises her,
And shocks her,
And distresses her,
And confounds and confuses her
All
In the best possible taste.
She
Loves the taste of him,
The taste of his love.
She's lucky, finally Wendy ,
Elizabeth, Liz, Abigail
That fate
Has brought him, Brookes,
To her.
She
Loves how he loves her.
I
Love how you love me.
Still.
The bright tint,
Of the beaming sun,
Recklessly, hapazardly,
Settling, scattering itself,
Through the bounty of nature,
The thick deep dark woods,
Furnishing the brutes,
The Brookes,
With eternal Sunbeam,
And solace;
The minute lithics and mighty beasts,
Laying in the Haven,
In sheer consolation,
Fearless,
Unconscious,
Heedless,
To even fathom life's unforseen perpetual occurances
Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight,
When she developed firm transverse myelitis,
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright,
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis.
Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham,
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she sat her A-levels which got her a gram,
At Oxford Brookes Uni as a law undergraduate.
Originally a wheelchair racer with many medals,
At the junior level for sprinting and distance middle,
She’s now in trunk and arms mixed double sculls,
Coupling with Laurence Whitely to warmly griddle.
Lauren only began the sport of rowing in 2015,
And rose through the ranks with speed and creed,
In 2015 in France the pair won silver real clean,
And in Rio they rowed to gold at tremendous speed.
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