They have no wings on their back
Made of pink satin or white linen...

The hillside has eyes
That shine like stars...

If your eyes should gaze upon
A beauty such as she...

Hey there again pretty girl
I knew you would be back...

A poem is a poem
Unless it's about love...

I came to you one rainy day morning
With intentions on cheering you up...

Its a few pages of a Fairytale
But every word of it is true...

For all my poems
And all my rhyme...

Today I almost did something
That I never should've did...

It's Mr. Ripple's Golden Rule
Something he lives by...

Long ago in the Ancient World
And beneath the Poseidon seas...

Her velvet petals are stricken like decaying flesh
And that taste of demise is upon her very breathe...