Esther, A Sweet Soul

Ugly Can Leave Indellible Impressions across the mind,

Verses That Are In Front Of The Line,

We Fight In Love With The King’s Command,

To Show We Are One In Our Nature’s Land.

Esther is soft, but jealous in heart,

Often the result of a fatal part,

Forgiving her schemes,

I hold moves to her being,

The bulb of sweet nectar,

My eyes provide reading.

She comes into my palace,

A woman torn,

Leaving from my palace,

A woman born.

She communicates to her sister,

How? What? When?

Holding to her boozum,

The man within.