I feel it has been an age, my love
My heart is a cage filled with fluttering doves
The scent of you drives me mad with hunger
a rustic tang of fire and smoke —the world's first wonder
With relish I delight in you and I see stars
You have bewitched me, dressed as you are
You taste of hot summer days and a cool subtle breeze
You cheesy masterpiece you—all done with such ease
You are all this and more and hopelessly I adore
The feelings you bring I cannot ignore
Hundreds lined up for miles all patiently wait
In anticipation to view the sum of your traits
Apollo, blessed is he, must herd the Great cattle
Their descendant's now roam over green rolling pasture
How lucky am I to receive this great pleasure?
Modernity is mine with time to devour in leisure
For you, my good sir—I would earnestly murder
All because you are my true love: The Burger
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Juvenilia ✔/ a Nonfiction Undergraduate University Collection
No FicciónA collection of poems, essays, seminars, and other miscellaneous papers from my Undergraduate Degree in English Literature with a concentration in Creative Writing and minors in Classical History and Publishing. ju·ve·nil·i·a noun 1. works produced...
