My Violet
My violet my ultra--starolet.
Ewe start a little lower than my heart
but not low enough to be just lust.
Some people call it feelings
some people call it love
and yes some people call it lust.
But it is a feeling not made up.
A pleasent place not made of disgust.
And yes a chamber in my heart here
is where she dwells.
The feelings for a woman that a man has
aer sexual in nature,and very natural.
ExQuisite is the word that eye was searching for.
The only description that fits my ultra--starolet,
my violet.
