See the snapping of love,
I think he's angry at the metal glove.
He finds it hard to see the queen,
Overshadowed by the ornamental screen.
Who is that stinging near the pen?
I think she'd like to eat the Plzen.
She is but a little woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.
Steady arms wide just like an eagle,
Love needs no flight, it flows like the seagull.
She's not alone she brings a bird,
a pet bee, and lots of cowherds.
The bee likes to chase a girlfriend,
Especially one that's in the carrick bend.
The love shudders at the scary flower
He wants to leave but she wants the meteor shower.
6/13/19
written by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Forest
haunting Flute
cowherds,cattle flock.............(Krishna consciousness)
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