in the days of old
let the truth be told
through vast billows of covered asps
the frolic in the ambiance of a moment of love

through the sequence of time one may
derive an explanation
nor simply to enjoy the moment to shine
for some life is meant to really hurt

through billows call an Evergreen pine
the surface of the radiance of the sun
has now briefly tainted my vision
was there something else you had been wishing

the innocent go down punished and the guilty are found innocent
although many have no back bone cause
their main ambition is cowardice
many still hold faith in self then give no plausible explanation to their relevance

they have a form of godliness yet deny their maker
hence a romantic encounter with the help of a neighbor
there is a true love out there for everybody
everyone will delight themselves underneath the sun