The Things that we do,
the things that we say,
are ever in a state of constant change,
and life the great teacher,
provides us with influences
of both good and bad,
but the task of deciding which is which,
falls only to us.

Have I in youthful folly given devotion
to something that is naught but a dream
of ash and hollow pain, locked with envy
and anger. Am I pursuing something that
is nigh but a dream and something that is
truly not destined to be?
am I pursuing an idle dream?
Aye, this thought of mellow and unease,
plague this youthful mind,
and bring down this giant.

Let not loving words be rendered
unto people in fleeting moments,
moments of death, life, and marriage,
but instead let loving words,
in accordance with action and spirit,
be extended to everyone with whom
we may have contact,
from blood, to the youthful teen you
meet with passing glances.
Profess to love someone in every
moment, not just with words
and physical doting,
but with thoughts and attitude.
Let Love be rendered in every moment,
not just a few.

Come hither dear child,
and bequeath upon me
the declaration of your love.
A love which you hath in days
gone by professed before my
scandalous fellows, those
who would conspire even now
to make me dead and seal my fate.
Profess to love me yet again,
lest my masked enemies shall ****
me in the quiet of the night!

Profess to love me once more,
you my daughter whom I dearly
love, above all else this world may
give unto me. On this my deathbed,
profess to love me, before it shall fall
on the ears of the dead and have no
great effect on this my aged heart.
Prithee, let the last words I shall hear be;
'I love you!'

A man who wants The Girl,
not just any odd Girl,
Pitch a tent, and stock up on provisions,
for you had best be prepared,
to fight the long war for the woman you love.

How soon you may find yourself
wandering down the road through
tree and wood, and grass and butterfly,
and rays of dripping sunlight,
and fresh air,
tho' expect not that it may carry on forever,
for this road is unexplored before,
many have tried, but it is e'er changing
and soon enough the cooler air,
and the damper ground, and the
air is toxic, and full of ash, and smoke,
caused by deception and lies.
This is life, you are smothered, and
then able to breathe.

I can meander by,
and 'neath a clear sky,
lean against the frosted window,
and softly peer beyond, and see
you with him,
and shed but a single soft tear,
and wither up inside.
You might see this shadowy figure
leaning against the glass,
and a stream drifting down,
and I pray you are moved to investigate
and hear fates subtle hints,
as I grow jealous and envious,
of someone I despise for he has you
but I do not.