Looking for her daughter
the mother actually caught her.
Where the darkness is built
in the arms of the underworld.
you,my love my Goddess my queen
my want for you is not lust,nor crude,nor obscene.
It is an infinite yearning
of which my infatuation feeds.
Mine,my love,I wish for us to forever be
every Goddess measures to your beauty.
When they cry and yell,they scream out in jealousy
thus I open the ground for none other than she
plucked like the flowers you pull from the greens
my only contest is your mothers pleas.
— The End —