Inside an incredibly glossy hut
lived a terribly grindy nut
carried mind of wisest wisdom
perpetual ruler of knowledge kingdom
this is a tale of how he lost
to love, that in his head never tossed
On a clear sky and a windy day
bee on a flower to thorn; stray
what in the heavens you get of thorn
why do you love, that deserve scorn
why you sit on thorn; he asked in fog
amazement hits the bee in a bog
Love is flat, that no feature can curb
For love never hits you and you perturb
water and flame, drought and rain
anything can love for it is a trust game
When it touches your soul you never know
once in, enchantment gets its way to flow
Years of taking still makes you same
The mighty wisdom, all goes into vain
For you fool seeks wisdom in a book
what easily is found in a cupid’s hook
that day true wisdom came into view
and of the wizard nobody ever knew
You have strong writing skills!
Thank you stopping by…thanks for the compliment….