Thinking! Pondering! Wondering! Am I the only one that seems to beat You down, not intentionly so.

Is that Why I'm left with a frown. For it's not really important to You! That the mean Spirited things You say to Me; seem to make Me blue.

You once gave Me the label of a Queen. Now! You take it all back on count of You preceive, I don't treat You like a King.

Where have You been?
Where are You at now?

When You taint My name now! Do You still do it with a wicket smile?
Or perhaps secretly thinking, all will break Me down to Your style.

A lone Radical I stand forth. So do what You do, as You set up Your force.

Plots set towards Me, shall back fire with a fiercefully seen vibrant filled love, potion.

So strong the Mouths shall not stutter as to what they undoubtly seen.

Wicketness, frisk Me not! In the end You shall rot.

At that time! Open arms I will still extend. AGAPE love until the end.