Who Are You?

Who Are You?

A mere mortal, for all he is, 

Is a lover fore the heart jumps and yearns at his fair lady.

A castanet full of passion,

Clipping and snapping, 

Fencing against whom thou standest opposite.

Castle walls upon years of building,

A goddess broke down and made pillow of rock.

A gentleman is what I strive to be,

Romantic towards life for the woman he pines for,

Made such grass and trees brighter,

The ladybug wishes to be obtained and picked like a strawberry which color she makes me.

So whoever standeth opposed crying “Who art thou?!”

His name shall be cleared in love for how his fair Persephone makes him stand right.