The dubious bliss of the exhilaratingly captivating dude William and his inestimable broodmare the iconic St. Catherine!

 
By Stanley Collymore    
 
No man; with even a mere  
modicum of true moral  
integrity or the basic    
awareness of what  
love truly is - cynically    
dumps a woman he  
declares to actually    
love determinedly    
so he can actually    
play the field - or  
rather ensuingly  
does ponder for    
basically, some    
ten clear years  
the wisdom of  
him seriously  
marrying this  
very woman.    
 
(C) Stanley V. Collymore  
8 July 2021.  
 
 
Author's Remarks:  
Not anyone: neither a brother, close biological relative nor any friend, would I ever be asking their prescriptive advice relative to the affairs of my heart, and particularly so in relation to someone I definitely knew I was in love with and was equally cognizant of the fact that she was likewise absolutely irrefutably and unquestionably and rather clearly too reciprocating that identical intensity of love for me. Inform such relatives out of courtesy possibly; but seek their permission - Never!  
 
And this notwithstanding the actual duration of our personal relationship itself!  
 
And, moreover, I would tell anyone: relative or general busy body, with their own personal agenda, and equally too with such an amoral and utterly disingenuous track record, and approach to life, as is specifically laid out in the above and quite deliberately written poem, to literally go to Hell and while there what they could do with their bigoted and similarly interfering suggestions; on their twisted assumptions that just because we were siblings or otherwise related: biologically or through marriage, they accordingly had the infernal right to distinctively and coercively tell me who I should or should not marry.    
 
And furthermore the time frame that I should actually court this female in my life should equally so be arbitrarily determined by that set of the very same coercive relatives who took it unilaterally upon themselves to determine if it was suitable, according to their own subjective standards - or the discernible lack of any such thing - to accordingly tell me if this lady in my life who I genuinely love and who likewise feels the same about me, and regardless of how long, or short for that matter, we've  been together, is suitable or otherwise to enter the circle of my biological family.  
 
So I'm absolutely and thoroughly tremendously proud of you Harry and Meghan that quite intelligently, courageously and honourably you impeccably and implacably resisted those odiously racist dog whistles of William and Kate, as well as other sick and twisted likeminded members of the Windsor and Spencer families were engaging in, and still are; and that even Charles: your own dad and Meghan's father-in-law, with his own odious track record as regards his utterly deplorable and egregiously despicable and unforgivable, from many moral perspectives, treatment of your cherished mother Diana, is likewise too, with his own racist dog whistles relative to Archie and Lilibet, in order to gain relevance with Brexiteer Britain because of the stain of Camilla and his desperation not only to become king - an obsession he's had all of his wife - but to make Camilla officially queen, against the general public opposition she's facing regarding that move because of his and Camilla's joint odious treatment of Diana, when he ascends the British throne; and totally aware of the rank stupidity of Brexiteer Britain towards Meghan, Harry and their children, Charles is both cynically and also advisedly by his stooges, actively indulging in.  
 
I'm no aficionado of hereditary monarchies being myself a staunch meritocrat living in the 21st Century. But it would be the height of irony if Charles' mum, the incumbent Queen, does outlive him; and the likelihood does tickle my fancy. Lol ! So hang in there ma'am; you have the longevity genes to do it!