I seeketh none cipher enigma's
Nor something that is bound
I seeketh release from mine worries
Dig mine she'll of mine ghost from the ground,

Id giveth all
Tear apart mine flesh
Giveth all mine clothes
Just to haveth the best

To feel mine premier upon her chest
And her lips upon mine neck
Like swans in in Lilly ponds
Drowned to sweet caress

An empress and emperor blessed
Between ourn twos vows
Yet still awaiteth in mine circle
To be with her somehow...

Yet words art just that
Word's tis shalt be
Yet I giveth action
Doth the rest of H.P do see?

Or only me?