KRIPTIK MIND
POETRY REMODELED TO SUIT THE MODERN MIND
Friday, 20 November 2015
THE BIRTHDAY
Joy filleth my heart from the sight of my lady,
she approached me boquet in hand like a bride,
Happiness consumed my soul and caused me to levitate,
and snap my neck to kiss her rose red lips,
This feels a most impossible feat,
but I am intoxicated by cupid's wine.
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