Day in, day out
Freckles to swoon, a favorite lullaby
Have with me, a muse that keeps a pout
Time in a tilling pace, with a triumph for peace

Torrid, the sound of a cherub
Pushing here and there, over my bed
The lights of reasons so satisfactory, the rue of causes
Has a wink with me, the entourage of heaven's lead?

Heaven?
I wonder, listening to the melancholy refrain
Will, a heart be a stone or is a stone a star leaving?
How they are, a sincerity to come and go with their own, shame?

Same side of depends as in every whole?
Maybe a whole of consensus, that shares an opportune eye...
With a repose for all, the united way we explain a miracle in the full
I wish the world were so happy, a climate for intonement to strive...

Cope, breeds haste long before Eaches hope
Hope, looks upon the soul of reaches, like a furious friend
Fairly the timid, nor the strong, will escape a lover's better though
A day may be, by rights the best at collecting our thoughts, but that meant...

The world to you...
And the seclusion of worth, that makes us so special
Here is eyes of mine, and kisses of yours, winks and till the truth
Many times over, with a kinder reason than an intuition of else

So pretty a wing, if not a wish
Somehow a dance with fame, in no way the rain?
Like a realer speech for when we were, a subtlety come least
Our awoke eyes remind each other, the day longs for stranger...