Toxic Love

Red and bliss, as is the surface,

tis’ reflected as the light brushes her brightly,

as does the warm sun which kisses

the tempestuous channel,

from the southern port up towards the Northern Sea

Crimson is her interior,

she intoxicates the soul

and makes a man scream,

addictive though she may be

her love is far from a drug

Man, who is naturally inferior,

becomes drunk in her embrace

as months feel like days,

and days turn to seconds

which were today remembered as yesterday

Her bliss and crimson,

As dark as light can be

balanced perfectly

like an equinox,

she cometh twice a year

and fills my life with ecstasy

Addictive though she may be

her love is far from a drug,

without which I woe

as would thy world without bees,

Her crimson and bliss blesses

my world,

Bitter and sweet

Let my toxic love turn into honey,

Beautiful Queen.