My dearest; my dearest; Claire what a rose have you become. Blossoming in the air my dearest Claire have you heard? All friends, they seek you like a gem among so many worthless stones. Like a stem of vine root in their soul. My dearest Claire, Do you see the theft? Do they desire to take you away when I turn left? I am being silly what can take you away from me. If they try their heart will be shattered into a thousand pieces like a million other before them. For you, it is a heartbreaker in all men no matter if they are covered in gold, wrap in beauty, or given great genius- you shatter their soul like you do to mine. Oh Clare, Oh Clare! Bring them to me! The seeker, the thieves, and the heartbroken; let them see, let them see. Their queen sitting upon her throne looking down on them like a bunch of ants. Repeat your curse my “dearest” Claire

By M.I.D