Addicted to Alliteration

In A land not near but far away,
lived a lady in her bubble home.
Within which with her hands she'll make,
All types of soap and foam.

Her soaps would gain her empathy,
special soaps they were indeed.
When u showered special shapes would form,
Your mood the soap would read.

From a heart that harboured hatred,
spawned a devil complete with tail
if a heart had love and peace,
then happy Shapes would surely hail.

Each day Unanounced a man walks by,
A stranger from foreign lands.
who wonders about the happy bubbles,
from where and from who's hands.

By her innocence and cheerful candor,
his heart would slowly melt.
But as days passed by he grew curiouser,
as to how she really felt.

As a valient act of sincerity,
his love he tried to show.
In his foreign gardens a lovely cactus,
For her he began to grow.

But when he presented it to her,
Her bubble he would burst.
For true love was to set her free,
It was her last and first.


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