Sainthood: Virtues of Summer by Danielle Que
Amongst the crowd art tallt thy virtues of summer,
Sat ardent above Faith, conforming thy disoriented blander
One, sadly, did not though, instead looked upon me yonder
Regally glared at me I hope not. Contemptous, contending and sober
Love not hate, malice nor dislike, yet a docile one, yes, love.
Honned thy fardest throttlehold army, a dearest virtue to me
Which youngsters from my town seek love from thee
Do find, that virtue that looked upon me,
Standing still, I smiled, frolicked about agast prayers undone
My sainthood, My virtues, except one.
