Of all that lies within life's pleasures
Your beauty cannot be compared
But I sometimes grieve to think those feathers
Would someday not sail within the air
When you lie within the earth
And those eyes won't awaken on that charade
I hope your soul lives on within your spirit to continue on this parade
Fairest males that God has made
To drown the beauty of thy mate
My prayers for you lie in your death
For such beauty to die, I am beset
Yet, you sit there, complain and stare
That they give you feathers instead of hair
Copyright @ Uonder Ac Kilkenny
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