My sweetheart is a man's man heiress Her man must be a carbon copy of Jupiter, her father, An alpha, a beta, a kappa, an omega male altogether A carpenter by trade, The epitome of masculinity Who could solve any math problem in a second And knew how to fix everything A car, electric, plumbing A family hero, a handy man Who built houses from the ground up He could swaddle a baby's nightmare properly Open doors to the winds of sadness And pull chairs to the lights of happiness And he could dress every day to the nines Infusing in her heiress forever wine 's bouquet And the love of animals. So consequently My sweetheart is an animal 's animal heiress She eats meat only if it has a label on it Saying that animals are not caged Or mistreated in anyway.
I feel so dizzy seeing the dancers in the square, their shadows are flying into a royal dimension, like they are some riders of the eternal flame, the eclipse of doubt is no longer in my attention. Their eyes are speaking some exotic and tropical truth, that no one could ever really understand, they are like saviours in the moonlight, I'm impressed by their youth, like paradise phantoms, in front of the chaos, they never bend. It's like going through a fine portal into the arena of a ******, where the hands of the virtue are touching the house of arts, she's the heiress, she's our destiny's surgeon, blowing away the storms from the paradise of our hearts. It's like we all gathered in a fiery reunion in which victory rises from the empire of dance, the pattern of the wind and clever masks are in communion, melting this silence in a memorable romance.
Petals scatter with sweet honey from the hexagonal sun And drip their nectar unto the heiress’s staff’s bun Her lips shine with the yellow blood of her little wasp enemies Disguised with a soft and young smile that’s hidden breathlessly The young ruler’s snow hair dissolves into sweet sprinkles of canary And her golden eyes shall unleash a sting into whoever she shall marry
A poem I started yesterday and finished today. Based on this artwork I saw on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/thegraystray/art/Inktober-2017-Queen-Bee-711131419. I got her permission to do this poem. Please check out her art, it's freaking awesome!
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