Is it poetry, <br />are you even more confused, <br />in it.It is sinful it knows it, Yet so, <br />Wicked is it in you, it always is, you glow in it.. <br />On a lighter note, To have every verse, of <br />prose, consumed by it is, is it then would <br />ask you to it, if you saw it, <br />perhaps it is you, remember tired mother, <br />it will wash your feet in it, for you are the Regina, <br />of it, in your *smiles* to it, does then flow in to it, <br />which is you.It winks at it to swell, in your *smile*. <br />They beats it, and robs it, of you precious mother. <br />It still smiles in you..You take it with a wave..of you.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/authors-pen-for-regina/
