You might, as your notion of little knowledge and wisdom gives you play the game,
But I, for one play the truth.
Given out wasn't a crime,
Given in wasn't a crime too as all pends on the condition of puppetry label as a Fool cheating the wise.

There is love in sharing, sharing it with a free mind without the involvement of brain circuit, but it's hard to bale out the lies
I have seen it in the sponge in your your eyes,
Sense it through the shrine in your heart,
Your stingy flesh ignored me a trillion miles away
While your delicious tales is sweet and softer than the honey bee to safety; and the bitter is your look, Is as though as usual!

I can't believe the snudges of my eyes while standing on this fimbriated extremity watching her noble itchy impression effect surreptitiously on my possession,

I beseech you, don't change the motion,
Here I am, in a snidging fitted being to propose the motion
To my final moderator, Is as though as usual!

Meditating in this shrine of patience, amid the precipitation that's befalling on,
My stream of consciousness is heavily exist to know of the scamming mode of saying'Hi'to love!