How does one compare Hollywood to her?
What part of their dull inconsistency
Or pretentious shallow vague grandeur?
My adult lover, stars be infantry
How does one compare opera to them?
Her voice a hymn, a melody with prose
Their voice of shrill screeching and sticky phlegm
They stumbled with mere age while she rose
How does foolish romance compare to us?
What part of the mechanical routine
Of repeated phrases and ugly fuss
To our devotion they are obscene
My lover is eternal her name .com
And for her I serve to forever embalm