Light we will know...
Today is tomorrow
And girl is boy, boy is girl, affirmation is more?
And the yesterday of when seclusion borrows...

Intimate, isn't it?
A sweeter pocket of use, than a call to earn...
The wisdom of vantage, and aiding honors, a whit
Of generosity in the few, never a same to learn...?

Infinite, isn't it?
Paces of passion and their reply
To sake found, found in the arms of gallantry, a gift
Of solitude, we defend is a cause of sincere silence?

Incarnate, isn't it?
Instinct in an oddly approved circle, the look
Of when a sanity is a guard, and worth to let
That knew one thing better, than a shall forsook...?

Insurmountable, isn't it?
Whether in vain accord, the knock of a door...
Is a shrewd commit, speaking of the harbored liberty?
Of a decency in around eyes, but learning the gesture we were...

Intangible, isn't it?
Implied charisma, the stone of vice owing an age, that has
The comparison of youth, with a redoubt to suppose, meant
A whistle in ordeal's rain, is a house that prophesied wishing was...

Instinct, isn't it?
Paradise of a sulking heed, if not heathen to wish this, a calm
Is a grace before heaven, to admit a reaching lip, is our needy since
With an angel, that knew the reasons begin a reality of all...