Trust the robust lust that is us – really?

Pathetic verse issued from a laughable you

Speak no more – perhaps forever and ever

King Lover, your kingdom must be Silence

Still, you are not bright enough to rule

Simpleton mouth fails to contain ineptitude

Falling from lips and intent, weakly bound letters

She is a worded soul, you are not her worded equal

Apt in heaving magic, amongst blushing linens

Let bookish one speak genius to such a form