SWEET ALAINA

Scribbled words, muffled tones

Empty many lies, the desire cones

Bed to rise, the bounty eve sets finer

So are the words of sweet Alaina

Worlds of decision on her shoulder rest

Purer and Clearer on her duty best

Her dove as serpent-wise must be

Thoughts of sweet Alaina shall be

Lost for the direction on sands of time

Parade of left-right for a piece of dime

Lost and unaware of the right of Light

Sweet Alaina weak in all her might

It is now morning and yet it is night

The pitch of black while tis very bright

Greatness of walls she must fade-watch

Absorb! sweet Alaina like delectable dutch

I, even I, and many like my sweet Alaina

Hysterically Yes! my neighbor Paulina

Silently long in this dear rhyming piece

To graze fervently the pasture of peace.

Live, Love, Laugh

 Kaylove.