POETIC PROSE FOR MY ABSOLUTELY MATCHLESS AND UNUTTERABLY PERFECT QUEEN

What an unutterable fear I bear of losing my Queen!
My love, the true one, my strong and fragile figurine.
The one that i rave about in agony,
For that is the nature of my perfectly platonic love.
She escapes from me like a meek ray of light.
I bow my Queen, I sacrifice my soul and my life,
The sweetest of sacrifies ever to be made!
This flowers had waited too long to be watered,
They withered in pain of being forgotten.

20/05/2010