Besides forward none
Alive in the able sight of love
Comparison is such a fastidious come
To seek a rational for guidance, we know does

But we know how to part
The language of symmetry in vice
The gift of a kiss, to seek the rued same, so alert
Where we have been, the suggestion of liberty to silence

Care for a step more?
Even wear the austere, as a badge of kind?
Here is sight so admired, the pence we gird and for
To look between the words of instinct, to give why

Shame, we have met you before
Stoic and driven, to the poise of consciences few
Worth the hand of contemplation, cope so we can assure
A legend of marvel's to be, a hardship in look's of soon