Poorly lit like a cellar.

A foiled pipe leaves no space,

Not even the cats dare to dwell there.

This horrible vented door,

Ugly at first sight, next to two unreachable

light switches, one on each side.

This treacherous room with its loud copper pipes,

their constant banging will keep one up at night.

Its purpose is only to facilitate chemicals,

Chemicals that can harm one and give them troubles.

On a day I will never forget.

The most "virtuous knight” she proclaimed,

Poor lady was terribly offset.

For that utter jest of a man,

Would send me in a cold sweat.

He destroyed these lands,

Using this holy asset.

Died in a duel with his own doublet,

Too arrogant to even recognize that.

Who could’ve predicted that.

This sad jest of man, 

Deserves no honour no respect,

Remains scattered,

His name unattached.

He could’ve lived right,

A life lived with me

Instead he chose to ruin it all

A senseless path that led to his fall. 

Solely caused by some short term anger, 

That fueled an indefinite danger.

Thy sight is filled by thine such image whole. 

Thou art the partner best that can be found.

Shall not depart, for thou hast all control.

Remain by thee throughout the entire day

Allot a space for me to sleep with thee.

Thy knead and groom, ‘tis thee whom I obey.

Displeasing friends question cuteness of me.

The grumpy mood and cold behaviour shown.

Need to know what flows throughout thy mind.

Thy feelings seen in my ill tempered poem.

These thoughts cause me to be a puppy thine.

Thy yearns to play, above all over tasks.

To throw thy disc, while in thy light I bask.