The world is a false representation of
the human mind
The dolls that create sin are beautiful
And love is blind to the testimony at hand
I can only hope that blind mistakes go
astray
Behold the living revelry that is you
A flower in the midst of a storm
Whyever do you
Swear so much
By the poetic laws of tripe?
Oh please don\'t believe the hype!
For there are 111 poems
That seek the world,
My love is vengeance all the way around!
Your integrity bothers people, but so what?
This is a challenge for all who steer...
So much love for you, I behold
You write the pages of your scene
And what a beautiful scene it is
For all poetry...
I apologize to the world and such!
For poetry is an immense war between
the roses
I subside to all obscure,
For there are 111 poems that are unsure
For the world is unsure itself...
My life is your life
For we all love this life
As 111 poems bask in the wild
Oh give me my roses
And I shall give you yours,
Let us bask in the glory of poetry.