Fickle bodies to love fidelity meanings are few,
So let's part, you and me, before we argue,
While the angry summer day still has sight;
Before the spellbinding shawl of twilight
Deceives eyes with green mantle shapes.
Let's us go now before dark steals our shades,
To clothe them to bushes in euphoric dance,
So fears manipulate feelings of double chance;
Though both of them are in trance of innocence,
Yet fragile feelings have a weak defense.
See, fantasy speaks shallow with farcical glare,
While love fathoms beneath a calm stare,
So verve hearts are deluded by ill scheme,
That ruthlessly fakes snares to overwhelm
The paired inept perplexed couples in love,
With distracting concepts of secrets above
Their ability to discern and knowledge tact,
That we take peaceful plants for severe plight,
So let's part, sweetheart, till we are not huffy
Till we understand love and have more liberty.