Marriage be that of twisted tongues
That doth perplex the loveliest of maids in golden dress
Twisted tongues that ne'er speak, but as banshee exhale thine lungs.
Single maiden, the lord of love doth wholly bless.
Maiden wears no band of gold, beauty lies deep in her soul.
She has beauty in her eyes,
Needs no man to make her whole.
Her forked tongue doth spill no lies.
Away from weddings she may walk.
In dainty shoes on tender feet,
For in her heart it's only talk.
Her heart be warm, her tongue be sweet.
Wears nothing but a cheery glow.
Only thee and me shalt ever know.
(C)LIVVI