Winds stop to gaze ever shallow morning,
To wake little miss sunshine off her bed

And to take the Winter Princess to school
on the school bus full
And yet she is angry because of words she said
unto to me which came out of my mouth unspoken as much
A certain small trust broken as such
and her temperance is now her temper only
which burns me, makes me whimper totally

And it yet not be the first time i angered her so,
but i am a person who understands slow,
yet im fast enough to apologize
because beyond chemistry and history
i still recognize her,her eyes when i see
the reflection of the moon on the pond
where we met much of the time
Yet memories sublime i know too much to tell
but i had to, get people down to their level to sell
to them, a certain reason they wont buy
Business and technology is inconsistent because
oceans are far apart from us
yet souls draw near and i will thereore fear
of always losing the touch
from your soul of beauty