Victoria and Albert; Sylvia and
How much depth and slow-igniting?
How much unquenchable passion ?
Between two people before
exhaustion sets in?
Exhaustion of the burning fuse;
Exhaustion striving to fuel the spark?
The German warming to the English?
The English warming to the American
joie de vivre.
This mutual attraction between those
needing passion and those needing
near perfection according to their
And the children - an after-thought
to explain compulsions to others
in later years.
One day I'm the Poet
Another, the Prince keeping his mind
on matters at hand.
But never Sylvia or Victoria
with children to make them bitter;
Limited to the box nature put them in.
Still passion wanders at night
trying not to get out of hand.
If you've a comment on her poem, L.Fullington
would be pleased to hear from you.