Kings and queens, might and things
Superior to be subtle, and irony in the swing
Beauty is a tall drink of waiting, beginning with you
Wishing a hard place the better of days dreams to

Polite, the face offered
Many, fate and doles to prophecy
Slick buttons on a friends cares, rain and tides
From the sore eyes of conscience, with its shares and sides

Dancing into view...
Promises in the now, named for today
See the sweet until, we advise is our rest
From the ingenue we detail, as if friends missed...

Sway and use the curve of the wind
Particular in its needy romance, a friend with a taste for kin
In character's glance, at the triumph of others
Saving every twist and mundane move, to see what bothers

Prevalence, is the first to cry...
Naked thought's for a unity to see our why
Wishes of funny vanity, to tell us no lie, to cherish
With our patience so keen, the quiet of another wish

Patience notices the accusation, the excuse of simplicity
Well worth a wealthy then, just to keep a need alive to be
Once and for all, the tout of justice in love with implicitly
Give me a kiss, spoken to real causes we favor and due, the time is me...

Houses of completion and the diary of sensation met
Secret's foretold to be an angel, if worry ever marries the lead
Conscience and its first, if not last ought of another solace
We may take for compromises and whole chaste, but the might, none the less...