A poem on "forbidden love" and "family" for the Duff’s Writing Challenge Number 10.
Says he: Lady, if you shall be with me,
I’ll take you to a vortex
of flying castles on clouds and
crystal roses. With a carpet of velvet
of the optimum kind, lined with the
gold the ripened ladies have spun.
Says she: Sir, if I shall be with you,
my parents shall slaughter
my head on a wooden platter and
declare me as no daughter of theirs.
For I shall cross the lines of shuddering
integrity, that my parents shall deny me.
Says he: Lady, if you shall be with me,
my mind will be mottled with our
triumphant passion that I will
encapsulate into our future. Our minds
will be drowned in ardour but feel like
a miasma of young infatuation.
Says she: Sir, if I shall be with you,
I’ll lose that crown that my parents
till now have so pristinely patted onto
my pretty little head. That now if I shall
go with you, your love shall be drenched
in the folly I rename your devotion to me.
Says he: Lady, if you shall be with me,
you shall walk on diamonds and still
they wont prick those supple feet of
your carefully architecture body. Come,
join me in this quest of passion filled betrayal,
our journey is still left to invigorate.
Says she: Sir, if I shall be with you,
T’will be forbidden love, our parents will be in denial,
I shall face certain death so you won’t
refresh our lives with the passion you
promise. After all, you come from the family
my parents loathe – my dearest, mother’s sister’s
son.
Good job. 
Nice entree Atkin.
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