Breath of a promise
Such for sincerity or more
The chance to walk with a vice
Is reality to sulk at the advances of worth?

***, was a friend...
Done to delineates tea
The world in being ends
Only when sour blessings make free

Change your mind...
With a handful of hope, found in your norm...
Savior's mere, a calling of kinds...
Sanity to dance and dance, with beauty to form...

The very words, to life was dread, mere
Dear to a shadowy fear, of reasons
Succinct enough, for lead word's to hear
The music of persuasion, in loves season

Cares that only an angel could know:
Devil's with a taste, for humility
Should begin with patience, as a wind to blow
Baring the with, the other side of a simpler vanity?