A queen in bridal nuptial array
Me in nomadic garb
A heart to weareth on mine sleeve by day
A hobit fantasy yard.....

No heartbreaking's to one to accusate against me
No tales as big bad wolf
One to always tuck me
In her ***** of non transient must....

I needeth one to sticketh beside me
When the freeze cometh to thaw
I seeketh a pond of dedication
All seasons, winter, spring, summer fall.  

Not words
Not just actions
But both to sweet mine hurting exhale,
One to release me from hellish prisons
To set me from wordly jail....

One to maketh love on peaked nibiru
Planet x of ourn own
Not letting the humans telleth us lies
Wherein one shalt maketh their show...

For as I sit here
Gulping mine own blood
I sink in mine own fears now
That hit me like a sledge....