A Boy's Love

A boy's love, 

Sweeter than the taste of honey, 

Brighter than any ancestral lamp, 

Hits better than any track on Queen B's album, 

Foresees the future of the dammed in the joys of life, 

A boy's love, 

Moving around the universe on a class of its own, 

Owning all that is left of pure heart, 

Breading life in it the way flowers bloom in spring, 

A boy's love, 

The Center of the rehabilitated on loves path, 

Destroying hate like pesticides on poral ground, 

Much like fire on a witches stake, 

I feel myself freed each time I am near it, 

My boy's love, 

Cold as the gale winds on a winters day, 

Destroys all that is good and worthy to exist, 

Tastes as bitter as lemon juice, 

Foresees nothing but the burdens yet to come, 

A boy's love, 

The living hell on Earth's very surface, 

Darker than storm clouds in the Amazon, 

Kills with no shame or regret, 

A boy's love, 

Builds hate faster than the falling of walls in Jericho, 

Makes mountains look small from beneath their very surface, 

Even death is a plate served warm in despite of this terrible curse.