Wait for the Dew, says your Later Bud-Mates
Then tap their Bells for a Ruby-Stone Drink
Though Jug's be met and Harness mug their Fates
Pour the River-Wine to Sweeten the *****...???
Is such your Desire to be Labelled that Name
And fawn Nerdy Morals for Tickets accept
Then late be to Cure this Cobblepot Game
Bake the World's Surprise for Excellence except
Yet neigh between us Two Tagged Tossers beat
Let alone your Lords pull your Strings sever
Till such Lord as your Prove master his Feat
And gag that Sentinel calling your Punter.
Though Girls would be Girls call your Flat incorrupt
Which Tag you own of True *** be enough.

Your Wreath, Un-Thrifting Essence, bears his Name
And Fine be your Acts soothe such Heavy Hand
Which Time boost as his Protector and Sage
Skimming the Dirt infect his Rising Sand
Though one would Wonder why such Blogger speak
Of Secrets known must bequeath to the Few
Though in your Boy's Best Fate subdue the Meek
Out of Best Concern his Wild Growth does stew
So persistent be our same Wonder at
Those Keys deserved should never be Endorsed
For his own Respect; As ours Mature that
Let the Gentleman go if his Plays be Forced.
My Loyalty, still, Un-Conditioned will be
Though Swords still stab on such Smile you Reprieve.

I look up at the sky and it feels like love
And in my mind words echo and poems form
I look at something and the first thing I see is beauty
An undying, pleasing combination of qualities that provides a perceptual experience of admiration
An entity which is inherently valued and adored
I find beauty everywhere
Inside of my eyes
My heart
My body
My head
The entire world surrounding me
I see it in everything
Beautiful things, beautiful people, beautiful creatures, beautiful places, beautiful objects, beautiful ideas, beautiful sounds
There is beauty in everything

I am in love with the moon and the sky
The way the sun shines through the trees and paints pictures on the ground below
The clouds and how they decorate the blue around them, accentuating its tugging beauty
How the birds sing songs for the flowers
The way the trees loom over everything and provide shelter and comfort for the smallest creature or an amiable passerby
I am in love with how the brook babbles
How the wind whispers secrets to the meadows
I am in love with every form of beauty
And if there is beauty in every single thing
I suppose you could say I am in love with all that there is

The life and beauty around me are sometimes so breathtaking I don't know what else to do rather than just revel in it

Still in my Plainest Sense should Comprehend
How Fortunate be my Base Apples were
Compared to yours; Such Royalty descend
Though Priced in Demand for Freedom defer
So Liberty - now the French-Filled Couillaise,
Took her Luxury to the Plym's Neighboured South
And so were our Hearts cry Supply your Embrace
Though Heads tagged least be Consumed in your Mouth
Was it not then for their Lot's Landlord come
To confirm which Leech be Best sip your Wounds
To Promote for Many; Yet Condensed by Some
Then Harness un-needed Points for your Rounds.
Great Souls still Applaud by the Clothes you wear
Which soaked in Sweat must your Proud Mornings bear.

I would mistake the Larder from his Pen
If Ten Thousand Scribbles ***** my bruised Draw
Yet to Write for Heart's Writ be condescend
Was ever such Cloaked Definition I saw
And Cloaked I am since the Inquisitor's dare,
Judge my Motives by Inspiration based
That - when Tendered - roast my Tub-Steak's despair
Then slice my Treasured Incense disgraced
So to look at you by Nature un-caught
Then wring such Truth as Based Mortal am I
Repent, then Violate this Sacred Code sought
Proves Expression as Peppered Reporters sigh.
So Blessed you be feign my Scandalous Crew
Regardless of Veins which prove your Blood true.

I have never hugged you
Properly
Because to be properly
Safe
I didn't think I could let you go
And I don’t want to
Attach myself
So prematurely
To fleeting
Feelings
And lose myself
In the translation
From now
To ever