macaroni and ... cheese ?

oh ... the title has no relation to the rest of the post. 

apart from the fact that I am craving for that right now ! 

Well here I am... speaking to my Lola, and blogging. Today's blog will not be about me. This is because I think you want to hear bout something else. So here goes, Well my friend has a lady (WJM) and you probably will not know about their relationship so I have decided (with his permission) that I would write a poem about their hilarious relationship. 

here Goes... I will remember to get a mac and cheese after this post. 

No myth, only fact 

yes fact, unbelievable and even one which was completely unexpected. 

Out of the scarlet 

the bleu rose blossoms 

and shadows the virgin flower, picked by another cupid 

their perilous journey 

treading on thin ice, others look upon 

that decision the ribbon which binds the two hearts as one. 

careful making the scene as a common

theater, riff raff attending. 

A monstrosity of words 

hyperbolic language- an exchange 

really ridiculous and creating epic myth 

which render the reader asleep. 

they lie in the wait of the next wake.

No ideal, only a savage love. 

let their violent attraction drive their actions 

puppets to the wind. 

the coloured wind 

colours their unenlightened, repressed souls 

let the howling wolf 

paint their love, on the forest firs. 

The two run through the forest 

as time passes 

lost in the spring, summer, autumn

winter, blessing and 

that warm embrace of the two.

alone,cold 

together,warmth, heat, passion, 

how easy their ideal changes from delight to love in a 

second. 

A month passes 

the wake of it blowing off 

over a communion 

offered by a pope. 

italian, japanese,chinese 

gourmet food is common place

eliminate the unknowing mind 

bloody fool ! 

bubbling champagne 

melt the two into a glass a mix of liquid and bubble

memories never to be forgot 

the gods stand over with great in-trepidation 

and so they ignore the almighty one 

together 

blended into accord the two cleave to each other 

beautiful poetry composed 

when the two harps play 

the messy love  

oblong and square 

the two inter-joined 

a puzzle they are. 

I pray you found that rather ... interesting. messy but interesting. So reader believe you me, I will continue posting bout me, it is just that i reall need sustinance now and i have already entertained you so... go climb a tree! Mac and cheese here i come !