Verse fills my thoughts in a never ending tirade
As my mind struggles to compare something
to your unceasing beauty
It seems, the splendors of life,
Hardly compare to the woman who commands mine

Like barons we drink
Revelling in the moment,
failing to understand,
the true feast,
are the moments we share together

Sweet and floating,
Angelic laughter
                     Like bees on summer wind.