The sultans and Queens of swings...like Love...

Joie has His own friends
And Sultans are they all...
Aren't they?
They come together
Swinging
Swung
As if Joy of brothers
In arms...

Joie has Her own friends too
Queens are they all...
Aren't they?
They come together
Flowery fragrant sweet
Spreading
Spread
As if Joy of sisters
In arms...

And
Together they swing
This life small
Taking it to the Big,
The Real Maccoy,

Goddess there up from
And here being
A Be,
Prophesy...
Like Love...
A Gape...
A splendour bright
Illuminating,
Illuminati ,

(Like...
Her face...
Her eyes...
Her cheeks...
Her hair...
Her poesy...
Her cool...
Her motherly
Attitude,
A combing sweeping sense of Peace...
A Revelation...
A Genesis...
A Divine song...
Original...
Sans the Fall,
Only The Rise...
A- rise
Kind...)