Of the oughts and not-to-bes

A fallacy ,

A poetry within a tragedy ,

A fire of a ring yet

Banishment of the ash ,

A crafted soil but

On a way to its barrenness

My fool of a princess

Does it not alarm you ?

When a departure occurs of

What is believed least charming ?

Does it not hurt you ?

When you’re whammed of your opinion ?

Do you not Vince in pain ?

When a little ridiculing becomes a stamp on your face ?

Are you not consumed by madness ?

When a commodity is perceived higher than you’re price of existence ?

Oh …sweetheart , I hope so it does !

For I hope you yelp

As indeed your voice is sharper than the hound’s .

I pray you lose all fence

By all means , that intellect is far than the personification of that beauty

For I dream of a day you’ll paint

As that imagery drives the un-deniable

Indeed , I hope you become a queen

The next time , some one lowers your stature

As the mirror awaits my sweet

For a woman and not a

Brand of a lady .