~~~ " Thus Spaketh Beneficence " ~~~
~ " Thus Spaketh Beneficence " ~
Rich in heart, though poor in pocket,
She lives inside this beating locket;
Empyrean presence can doeth no wrong,
Queen makes thee want to write a song,
For her, alone, the only throne,
I’d want to share inside my home.
Satisfies, on every level,
Mere sight of her could make thee revel;
If there’s a word, as special as love,
It lives inside thy Yankee dove.
Never selfish, always sharing,
Loving heart, thou'est always caring;
Makes her friends well up, inside,
With feelings, that they cannot hide.
Yea, climb within, this reverie sweet,
Loamed marl, should never touche' thine feet.
So fly amongst this dream of you,
To feel the love I know you’re due.
Let conjoined beats, not part from thee,
Lest hankered torrent, bursts our Red Sea;
Aye, sit by thee, amidst the heather,
Thy feathered quill shall leave thee, never.