Beggars a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

A heel to feel the love that knows no bounds to make a beggar of a beast. The thorn in the king's crown. The rose that stems heaven to the ground is begging in the fire to drown disdain like opening of the petals to the sun begging to be plucked of the ripening character. The give me guy where lovers fly no more impoverished decline by rivals design destitute inclined. No more starving affection fed by beggar born appetite by which it feeds upon its own hunger left out no longer the wild has come to feed nipping at the heel