That Beauty's Lair Poem by Kamal Prashar

A being perfect on that mind of heart

With thoughts of fairy true personified

A priceless soul as the worthy Wall Mart

In Wagon of Reds her words she hide



To Him she taught a beauty ignorant

Not a look just on the curve of her hips

Not a breath just of sweet smelly scent

Or a touch of shiny shimmery lips



Like a flower so lovely of joy adored

But in hold so sad and weaped when held

Like a vein of red cut by a knight's sword

In beauty of Pink and Red he spelled! ! !