Dance around, around those darkest silhouettes of the day. And in turn, turn the cold blue toward, toward the moving orb - and too your warmth. Warm your racing brain, 'neath cloudless skies and the sunny shore, sure to shine sunny, with sun shining alone. Shone surely without rain: but reign upon the highlights in ev'ry strain, and ev'ry strand of your demure locks so lovely. Lovely for so I say. Say I so? I do so say! Lo! Stay demure and pure, pure so say I so! So I say ye shall stay so pure, pure and demure to me for I say so! So that it is so, that is that so do not go.

Yet I desire Desire, for Desires sake; and cannot open this poem any more.  More than I have. Had I once more than now?  No. Now I have more now than then. For sake of Heaven, did I thee forsake? For Heavens sake! Can I not knot Love into this hair with a Love Knot? Does thee love not me with a Love not due me? Does thee love me not? Thee does not not love me! (or, so she says.) Well, says she so. So it is so! if so. I love thee not tho -not anymore.