Hear my movement in motion music. I saw these eyes that all for me but fuse it, for in them showed a chance that showed she won’t refuse it. For in her brave, her heart can’t loose it. Her strength she feels recluse. For how I see her unbelievable to self, She feels life recluse a shelf. Her essence glowing far above a doubt, She smiles at me with a shout. What’s this so present that I think about? Her lovely smile, her eyes in grandeur. I think of her of life in splendor. In dreams of her I gander What dreams they are of splendor. For in my heart I wish to land her Far away from where she feels recluse Surrounded by life that stands in puce. Her heart rings strong as nothing for her in life is wrong. Her love, it swarms me with warmth so strong then echo. For how could I sit in silence when my heart feels for her alliance and never let go.
Words are meant to make sense for their sound, as a way to combine the sense of sound in mind. If some words don't make sense at a first glance, they will make sense in a context. I am not ignorant, I think no one is.