King of Love
Love comes from glory, where angels sing
Kind of like some story told about the king
Dove of peace with allegory for eagle’s wing
Above what the vast, hoary gravesites bring
Void of lies which swore he that others cling
Behove my dreams favore the sweet sting
Free of all that is predatory breaths of spring
Shove back the accusatory and relish everything
Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beth Evans
June 25, 2020
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