My Beau Poem by Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser

My Beau



Falling is the path you seek,
folly is the vast you see.
Frivolous you please yourself,
flintiness reveals your health.

Furnace knavish deep within,
fictitious filch to your own kin.
Forever faith is held in you,
fiend or friend is what you choose.

For from deep my soul I love,
filament of heart my son.

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