If i were to take of the angels share
The unattainable liquor of that batch,
And to you present a drought pure and fair,
In hopes for you to compel  a barred latch;
Would you to me reveal what within lives,
Unconditionally with no thought of clauses.
I most certainly would have love to give,
And would not dream to idle at all by pauses.
We will waver wherever all loving long day
Only few words spoken, agreements to say.
So be that we are not right cognitive,
It matters not for it is a life lived.