Authors Pen For Regina

Is it poetry, are you even more confused, in it.It is sinful it knows it, Yet so, Wicked is it in you, it always is, you glow in it.. On a lighter note, To have every verse, of prose, consumed by it is, is it then would ask you to it, if you saw it, perhaps it is you, remember tired mother, it will wash your feet in it, for you are the Regina, of it, in your *smiles* to it, does then flow in to it, which is you.It winks at it to swell, in your *smile*. They beats it, and robs it, of you precious mother. It still smiles in you..You take it with a wave..of you.