That's what I have to say.
Okay. Let's try to explain my feelings.
Oh, heavenly father where art thou?
You have taken my mansion aloft;
sent it upon that high ol' hill,
with the patterns of ivy, oh so soft!
[[The first line is cliche; it's always said, but the rest....F-u-c-k.]]
Now. I love old english poems, but not many can pull it off. You did. This is beautiful and the idea is so NOT cliche I could cry. It's f'ing amazing.
Teria, I can't express my love for this poem.
I didn't much like the ending line, it threw me off a little, but I freaking love it anyways.