Imaginary Poem by Ovidd

How I wonder what she is
Her smile
Her taste
When we kiss
It is at best

A wonder what
It always is
a wonder
if she ever has

I would think
to win
would certainly require
much

yes,
surely
she must have done this

to all
I think she dazzles
as a princess
as a beauty
as a charm
one to behold
of regal and divine
throw
she is a lady, God
let us go from here

as all goddesses are one
she is all

her charm demands no less
of clever beauty
than her love and all its worth

of all I learn of her
I want
of her I think in constant
thought of her
of being prince to her
and being more
than that
as no one is
to anyone in love
with someone else
they love beyond all want

is a fairy tale