If I travel far and wide, she's never far from my side
A wanton crimson tide, floating along on an ocean wide
To some, a devilish bride, never remembered with pride
With most things tried, she stubbornly won't be denied

Queen of love, & much distress, a story of life I guess
Coming and going more or less, never having to confess
Decked out in her crimson dress, an answer to this mess
She's so well compressed, your distracted, & impressed

Comes time to contemplate, of how to escape this state
So much you can relate, like a knife or fork, or plate
She controls tolls of two gates, one of love & of hate
We've learnt to tolerate, this companion known as Fate