She says she is a burden,

What a way to spell blessing.

Of all the things to be uncertain,

Why is this her undressing?


Oh she does not see what I see

The thick fog does hypnotize

Oh for how could she really

See herself through my eyes


How could she be a burden?

When angels are a gift.

She says it her demons,

But soon to be defeated they adrift


A pleasant undertone of joy,

With layers of mystery combine.

Full of wonder is the schoolboy,

Efflorescence her mind divine


Hold on to your glamour,

And manifest your halcyon.

She hath taken form Amor,

Upon the moon sits your galleon


Do not drink the poison,

The poison of your mind.

Your soul is in season,

So remedy thy eyes blind