Because She Craved The Very Best Poem by Michael Burch

Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the blush and fragrances of roses,
the hush an evening sky imposes,
moonbeams pale and garlands rare,
and golden combs to match her hair,
a nightingale to sing all night,
white wings, to let her soul take flight...

She stabbed him with a poisoned sting
and as he lay there dying,
she screamed, "I wanted everything! "
and started crying.