I could name you a village of saints
And you not have a clue of their steps
I could list thousands of golden deeds
And you not recognise the value you should heed
I could offer the trillions of our Everest
And I shall remain in their debts
Not of foolish habits, or off their prests
Twas of their actions, a child finally rests
Twas not romantic or a fools nest
But a love no one fetchs
One they say "provided with the nest"
Trust, that is not the set
Quite the rouse it could be
"How peculiar?" They would say
That I protest, "This, is fate."
"For no end!" I exclaim
Not a mate or a friend
But sisters nonethless
And brothers to make a mess
As all enjoy the rest
لا هذا اختصار حك
Los terminaré el resto
So while we head to rest
I thank them of wonders and bless
As by dint of them, I lay in my warmed nest
So to all my friends
I pass this epistle
A promise nonetheless
A promise to love and cherish til no end
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
I could name you a village of saints
And you not have a clue of their steps
I could list thousands of golden deeds
And you not recognise the value you should heed
I could offer the trillions of our Everest
And I shall remain in their debts
Not of foolish habits, or off their prests
Twas of their actions, a child finally rests
Twas not romantic or a fools nest
But a love no one fetchs
One they say "provided with the nest"
Trust, that is not the set
Quite the rouse it could be
"How peculiar?" They would say
That I protest, "This, is fate."
"For no end!" I exclaim
Not a mate or a friend
But sisters nonethless
And brothers to make a mess
As all enjoy the rest
لا هذا اختصار حك
Los terminaré el resto
So while we head to rest
I thank them of wonders and bless
As by dint of them, I lay in my warmed nest
So to all my friends
I pass this epistle
A promise nonetheless
A promise to love and cherish til no end
