Nostalgic butterfly's of confectionery Felicity
Whilst the draft sways to ourn archaic old style fenestella
Thou wilt be that Cinderella
As I mineself shalt be thy consort savior!!!!

Sentiments to hang as beads
Wherein ourn pictures wilt mark the streets
A Spaniard a Greek freak leaving puddles
Of ourn good tidings!!!!

Daisies shalt grow
Around ourn ancient abode
Yet even with none home
I already knoweth thou art mine roost!!!

I'll giveth thou confidence
If thyself shalt giveth me a boost
And telleth me
Thou loveth mine all

For
Tis I make mistakes
One day a beast
The next an angel
Yet canst thou forgiveth me?

For thou art mine flower bud rose
The comfort in mine toes
In between wherein the warmth never fades

Taketh me tomorrow amare
If thou dares
Do not leaveth
For we got now!
Today!!!!

For whilst I'm still a fool
At least I can say honesty
I'm a fool for thou!!!