Sunday, May 19, 2013

Reduced.

        Reduced.




In a matter of days,
You've gone swiftly from
Brenda with a smile,
To 'B' whom I hold,
A girl made of gold,
Accepting love I've sold...




Melted down to a 'B',
Some type of love imagery,
Shortened but not in grace,
A reason for my smiling face,
And one I crave to taste,
Before love go to waste...




Bringing it back down,
Describes my internal mood,
To have a fondness to extrude,
Something chaste but nothing rude,
That I have to eat like food,
My awesome 'B' who comes from......
Bude.......