The whole body is a heart,
The whole heart supplies the body,
Never secure the truth with a lie,
For lies corrupt the whole,
Foundation should be solid and pure,
Every truth from a liar is void,
Here now lays ruins, the body aches,
The heart is sore with its echoes.

Here still, words like hair unkempt,
Potent poison taking slowly to the grave,
The heart, in its silent scream,
Perhaps a last ditch will amount,
To fruitful ends, honey and milk,
How lithely you go about,
I melt,
Love is without words,
A mute man's voice,
And here silence to the deaf.

I fell for her smoothly,
Now this bruises,
Can't be bottled,
Maybe the bottom,
The last drop will,
You can't love and be sober,
Cupid shot the wrong way,
To my heart into stitches,
How much a crave a drink,
Multiple shots to mend,
How now I drown in pain,
Love, love can't ******* a man,
It's beauty too dies like a flower,
I deeply wanted to believe, now I cower.

27 summers old,
One winter short
Of  bright sunlights.
I haven't been here before,
Now I am of age,
Soon another summer,
Or not, its all chance.
Every one is our first,
And fadingly a last.
27 summers old,
Am blessed evenly,
Of a dark right hand,
And light in the other,
To keep my heart in order.
Life in it's seasons,
Curse death, every fig has to dry,
Dry into its death.
Aw beautiful summers,
Cold winters harsh,
That is the harmony of life.

An ocean I drown in,
Islands I cant see,
You are deep dark an ocean,
I swim you endlessly,
This is not love,
I am to die here,
Love isn't suffering,
What manner of love is this,
Give me peace please.