Pervenche Poem by Charnen Postrano

'mi amor' a Spanish word for my love.
A love that can change the world and the men
Even the said song; sang by group of dove.
Endlessly dancing—ought to stay at dim.
Thus, periwinkle sprout in the meadow.
Favorite in spank of dirty socials.
Pervenche, the heart of every shadow.
Thy grace in hand, dancing with fireflies,
Comes hand in hand with the dark beast, astray.
Comes with love by periwinkle, I guess?
The wolves in the forest were cut ashamed.
How beauty of thee was packed with vengeance.
Drop dead gorgeous; hell I would kneel on ground.
Loved periwinkle, like how sun meets mound.