I was slapped by earth to have your beauty in my possession

You love to laugh and I live to love you. Isn’t it easy to love you. Yes it is not

Fairly lady my foot
In you I invest time more than money.
I get drunk to have you satisfied head to toe, do you not see my hustle
The pain of my hard work is written on the wrinkles over my face
I smile not in public for the scars of you dents would awaken my hurt

Are you not happy to be such a beauty yet an open hearted beast
As my hands labor to find your face frowns to insufficiency
So I move towards your desires and you walk away from my giveth hand

Can’t you have enough to rest rather to hold to keep and smell of satisfaction
Phew my head thinks out for you off to burst
A burst not to for worry to loose you and so what shall I keep
The scrolls, the thirst of making putting you to a throne while I toil in thorns

Go on princess, die I sat on a dungeon with my blood flowing in your Pursuance  can’t I have less of the more I made or loose all to the cry of my smile
Let thy sword pierce me deeper for your joy as you make merry to be crowned
For a time in some tomorrow shall mop my tears and sip of it glorious wonder to shaping a better world in you