All and spice
Asked who see's my shadow?
Can I have the catch of light
Any and spry, make a need we avow...

Roses are ours...
Violet's are other-wise power's...
Sugar is swollen times, if a lover's...
And so are yours, the reason we follow...

Until avoid has said, the promise
Is a legend in the skill's, of courtesy
The taste of burden, and the chance of vice
We made in requiem, to a love with yearning, to hurry...

Praise be a patient, gift?
Of silly neglect, and the giggling half?
Of a ****** smile, we notice is a reign and lived...?
Of absolution, where a star has voiced, sass...

Places of pressure, paces of passivity
Candor at the cost, of a special limit
To anger and the oddity of courage, trusted to nativity?
Showing the muscle, and keeping a reach for what we meant...?

A kiss with society, and a hair parted on the wrong side of the head...
How do I know this, and a halo of consensus that came to earn...
A passion in the lime and the liberty we enthuse is a light, far ahead?
Do I smell rage in your charity, or is this hug a nose for fear?