Queen Of Hearts

Trickling down from her colorblind braid,

Inklings shower, oh She's bridesmaid;

A glow as newborn springs persuade,

Buds green & green have learned some shade;

Misty-lawns fume around her gown,

She is a Queen, where is her crown?

Down, they say the guests to the feast,

Beauty hasn't wings and time is a beast;

Ecstatic heart skips a beat,

Her glittery eyelashes are bittersweet;

Forlorn colors swell underneath,

Smile! Is it smile without fine teeth?