Myelow, Myelow, Myelow
What a sight you've truly been
Watching your gallery journey
As you changed many a skin
I opened to your homepage
Enthralled by the galore
Yet with all the magnificence
I still craved for more
Further on down I scrolled
Then there was a surprise
Sufficed is what I became
With an interest doubled in size
Next I read your lament
Your heart exhibiting such creations
My body surged in chills
As you exceeded my expectations
Oh beautiful, Myelow
So masculine and sweet
What a person you really are
How sad you’re incomplete
You beautiful butterfly
With broken wings
I wish to show you
The better things
You solemn bird
With painful song
I wish to hold you
And show you belong
You fallen angel
Blood stained and all
I will be here
To cushion another fall
You pricking rose
In your expression of love
Forever I shall be
Your leather glove
You the mother
Unable to be with child
I’d fill that same passion
With events just as wild
You without a mate
Who longs to be held
I will whisper and remind
Without feeling impelled
I shall be the one
To give you these
All I ask in return
Is for you to please
Inspired by: “Myelow’s Lament”
Dedicated to: Myelow the Slave
Created on: February 16, 2007 - 07:31