Like Virgin Queen; Love and Fashion
Amalgamation of desire,
Love is a Virgin Queen fashion;
The combination of fabrics
Longing to be by craze bricks.
A could do with,
Demanding like Virgin Queen;
Great England’s virtuous Virgo
Desires says; “let’s go”.
Flowing from higher levels
To the lower levels;
Providing a continuous verification of
Adoration and worship; a self-assured
Cyclically changing style and taste,
Partially predictable like fate;
Leading to forever
Sometimes never, like Virgin Queen.
Coming in from persistent search,
But going out in a flash like lightning;
Leaving the loudest thunder
To scare away the latest fashion.
Breakup to makeup; a lash
Yet again forms another ash,
The world’s Empresses’ usual
Clothing style of hopes;
Tired; toss it to the trash.
Her love is never to satisfaction,
It never died of starvation
But indigestion and prohibition.
by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
Love at times is never.. Like Virgin Queen her love was to a limit (no commitment)From the start of Elizabeth’s reign, the question arose whom she would marry. She never did, and the reasons for this are not clear. Nobles were starryeyed, wolfish grin and heartbroken. Love is a Misery in Fashion. Poem