Baskadia

This Pi I mine

Is mine

Not mine really

It’s hers

She’s unaware

Yet I see on her stories

Taunt of those who mine

A wise man told her

Of how hopeless and lazy we are

Conmen everywhere

But the future I promised her

And the love it grooms

Is built on the Pi I mine

While in turn she mines me her heart – maybe

Faith

If this mine never sees light, later

At least her heart would have become mine

Honey Pie

A priceless Pi