Prize Be With You
Prize be with you, in hand my drinking horn,
As I dress you up in the extravagance of love born.
Of the word’s eternity, I shall speak
As the panorama of an unobstructed view not so bleak,
Grants the tutelary coronation, I longed so much,
Cared, and craved, pulsated, swayed upon your touch.
Brittle, frail and delicate, let others be,
You and I don’t plea! We share a mutual glee,
A steep degree of enduring openness and trust,
Brutal honesty, and a bit of pain is - just a must.
As the Sun rays protruded you felt a slight distend,
An immediate urge to accommodate and to extend.
Well, you give me no fake monetary moan,
Bring the Heavens, bring the Hell, into my zone.
I’ve opened the door for a sensile travel
Up above the stars, and deep under the gravel,
Don’t bend the knee to the of passage of time
But raise in a resurrection as He in His prime
As you raise, I adore you to the bone,
Deep in the heart, engraved into the stone.
As you deliquesce in the garden of joy,
As you more bonny than Helen of Troy,
O boy, give me the worlds to conquer for you
There is no need to fear, just quietly mew.
I voyage through the Straits of Magellan,
Playfully, joyfully as a joey pademelon.
Flying, flying, refusing to fall on my feet,
Conquering the lands, victorious, no defeat.
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