Almost...
Their time, with passing timidity
Where is a lover, the beauty of the host?"
Quiet questions, I have asked, in a city...

There...
Is a clash of what went first
In all human urges, is a silent fare
Forces of cope, justice or adrenaline, certain

Truth...
Is awake, staring at me
Your imagination, is a keep of who'th
When the day has a moment, for lucid anarchy

Harmony...
Egg's and tasteful jokes
Have the sense to remain, in lent and sunny
Ways, with going in and out; is just the pokes?

Windiness...
Where the place we know, is a driven more
Taken to example, with a banter to guess
Where there is a kiss, there is also remembered patience, of course

Worldly...
Save the sate, of a colossal child
Chances are, the craving for sense, is early
With an irony to add, immediacy is always it, shy