Monday, 7 February 2011

For Comfort on her birthday

Calm Comfort, burgeon purring purr

Zestful bouquet, blue tempting pet

The earth to beat shines illusion

Petals untainted, crisom enduring

Scatter asunder them with evil entice



Etonam numbs the desires sweltering

Heeded her though to their dawn cooing

None she wanted except for Jonathan

No to diner in perilous lairs fancied

Irretrievable trinket to conserve



Pretty; petit perfect purely pearl

A comfort to souls lost in solid tears

Joy to all she cherished so dear

A light to feet groping in tunnel dark

Virtuous dame no grudges bear



Etornam perceived hum of mind

A glassy gate carve up on beat

Beckons divine ones to gather

A princess to celebrate time beloved

Make known as party table laid



Etonam, this is for your day to brace

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