Polished Crap

As Mystic as the Mind can see,
No one knows what he can be,
For all you care you are the Queen,
Giving the World the Golden sheen!

I missed your fragrance in the air,
I called out loud in despair,
Many may feel I’m out of my mind,
Part Man, part Beast, none can stand.

Its just the Love that speaks of you,
The pain, the tear and the heart aches too,
For you I bear, all anguish and hurt,
And wish the heavens are tad less curt! 

And I bleed!