In reference to the last line... once again, and I quote from a source I know not... "Love enters through a woman'e ears." As for the shape? I could see that, but I refuse to make comment on the numbers Good piece of work here.
P.S. Thanks for taking the time to visit my own work. Very much appreciated.
Perfection must be... (taking your other poems into account) a forbidding and demanding Master dressed in black whose every oh-so-English word must be obeyed, he with the countenance of Alan Rickman, perhaps? and a frequent flyer? *smiles*
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