I'm flabbergasted, honestly,
Punish me unforgivingly,
Unfailingly thy majesty,
send me the gift of softness how tender the touch,
water on roses.
How the flow of water on the crust of my lips,
lovingly holding thee,
optimistically controlling he.
He how dance in the shadows of pure light,
She who screams in silence, thus ah loud her voice echoes
in the deeps of shallow spirits it manifest.
Tears that prance obediently,
fingers the hear sharply,
tongues that see courageously.
Alas the valley of happy souls,
the balance of skipping rocks.
can I be honest?
Where his essence yearns to be not where it shall not be,
the air's above the see as the air above the sea,
Mysteriously evoking keys,
Unlocking ceilings that openly,
Sitting on a myth of enormous potency.
So if we sip with honest tea,
carefully approaching speeds of honesty,
would you hesitate to comprehend me honestly?
Are you honest?
Then correct me if you may,
collecting the importance effortlessly,
with painfully accepting the protest,
of failure our systems have accurately demonstrate,
tactfully.
Can I be honest?