Weredog Tart (34)

   
   "Weredog Tart (34)"
   
Siria was not enchanted, yet truly elated--soooo in love with loyal Lance,
Giving her best buddy matrimony's lifetime chance;
Moreover, unearthed him a bone she had instinctively buried--
The Earth up North as a refrigerator, keeping us to the dead, like unto married
To a state of futurity's risen flesh,
Which is why love always needs the sublimity of a synergy-like mesh--
To nicely nurture and creatively care like Rose Quartz brings,
Making the mirror image of the heavens bring us lovely things.