None, we can see
Pretty baby, making life simplicity
Passion and desire, a world we mean
To be the truth of yours, and senses so witty

Tastes in callous rapport, have become ours
Tooth and a dragon of approval
Taken from here to eternal seem, to know new lover's
Patience is for those that can deliberate all

But whistles we have who'd?
Coming and knowing the frank justice of another kind...
To situate in the dream's we know live, under the eyes of youth
Keeping but your best made may, we hear the news of a new mind?

Live with me when the real has a voice for cope
Same sides, and harrowing a can't, with the senses we make
For the poise of forward hold, of few, future and forth
Of causes so elegant, for a nimble live with time to sake

Behold, the irony of a joyous me
The told and sophisticated bell, of courage's we know are
The way to a fate's saving, and sates favoring, being...
Today is such a bother, made for the semblances of love's warmth