I am lost to the midnight moon.
I sleep beneath her,
during the warm months of June.
I lay beneath her,
and hear her sweet tune.
It tugs at my heart,
just like a balloon.
I gave her my heart
to wrap in a cocoon.
I pray when it hatches
the sky turns maroon,
because I need her to hear me,
as I sing my sweet tune.
I need her to know,
I'm coming for her soon.

Take your time,
Read the book.

The cover sure
Is very lovely,

But know...
The beginning,
Know the
Premise...

Get to know
The Authors.

Don't skip
To the
******.

A great
Book
Is so
Much
More
Than
That.

O thou, Eternity, who in thy immeasurable rule
Doth set to Life Death's changeable effect;
Everlasting endlessness needs Time if
This measure's to measure true, yet
In time thru death, this eternity
Of life needs measures new.

My Cupid's absence saw another bloom,
Scene reviews of praise, richly gathered.
Defer your attribute with golden plume,
And dearest phrase is by all wit shatter'd.
I think nice aims while his aim reassures,
And like untutored youths we pipe Amen!
To ev'ry hymn. The ardor needs be yours
In shiny form of fine discriminating pen.
Hearing you praised, I say it is very true,
To your praise I would add much more:
But do so in my head, as thou loves you,
Such it is, final, for he holds rank before.
Then others for sake of words give relief,
My silent thoughts do still speak to grief.