Gift's I won't...
Meaning and due another
Friendship in a marvelous boat
Sharing the legend of an open bother

Girl's I don't...
Long shadows in a short think
Without a reason to rue, the quietest moment's
Of decision I made, an angel I am yearning...

Gist's I future...
Stars to begin, a journey to privilege
So sweet to my need, as a person as if youths
Way, an imagination to question another's rage

Girth's I cope....
Senses me adore, with a risk of energy to view
Living if paradise is to be, a wisdom I hope
Reality sets in, are we a crass intuition with owed to do?

Gideon's I soul...
Strange airs we fathom, with a season of a smile
Taken to religion and secluded irony, took to warmth whole
An antiquity with a hiccup, curing itself with its own loyalty...