O to be loved without want or condition,
Cared for with utterly unfeigned conviction.

Despite dozens of duties he’d doubtfully done
Her love wouldn’t wane for her wizening son.

Simple songs, with aplomb
Sincere hardship, the tact of poised
Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come
With the silence of friends, comes a worlds choice

Taken hope, to a lip we approve
Since in every definable way...
The taste of catharsis, a host with energies to loose
Adage in the day, with a soul's moment to say:

Resolute, no, with a fidelity to youth
Sour old hysteria; with a mercy in mind...
To collect a troubles key, for beginnings become the couth
That has us, for a considered play of light, that is kind

Means to an end, from here to eternity
An evening hour, to compare the more, to a solemn wish
Wizening at the dour, even as we confirm integrity
Do you know the repose a harmony, a place of sense that insists?

A wish with a soul for method, but know no patience
Without the common to step forward, your denial
Is a lend to powers that question, the music for relation
Of a still coming and with want, need is ours to go all the while

Places of virtue, with no elaboration?
Found timely, after a version of sincerer orders...
Sweet to the eye, but lead to forever for a sin?
We remember you, when the world has obscured...

A rainbow from the stead we favor
Sat in the curiosity of a judged silence
We know you, as if fascination has a flavor
Spare and tiding a gentler eye, we dote is again...

The good nature of promises made, promises ought
The tows of sharing, the shadow of worth, with one more wish
For an illuminated smile, you offered for first and not
The second silence of the future, where an awoken friend is...

Smile for me, one more, time...
If senses approve, senses know a season
With a realm to its shall, a host of sincerity trying
The about you show, waiting on a house of forces, and legend...

Habit, does a crying home have the sense to know you?
Welcome to a door, that changed the rage of avarice, into a blue sky
Does liberty's accuse, compare me to a wizening pace to view
The reasons of worth, made grandiose or aled to when life is why?

Your affront, the taste of a hand of love
Set to rights, or making the times known, by the sides of renown
Rest and see, a lover make you the qualm, if not a history with a covenant
Sickened eyes with a role vain enough to pray for your dream to be found...

Chances are
Happy tomorrow, but unnerved today...
Welcoming a future cough, to deliverance on far?
With such and much to say...

Stirring advances
Of a fight, for simplicity's life
Lowly, a callous smile asks
What is an apple, without the knife?

A party from hell and back...
See the wizening health, of moments
Saved by the complex ire, we seem to lack
A halo of dance and fragrances, to make merry seem, a lament...?

Curiosity, of the other wise
Coming for subtle pittances
Sour to use, sweet to despise...
A catering of poignancy, to what isn't

Chaster, than life
Secret's of a rendezvous, with dread
Sat extinct, in the midst's of sight
Are we but stones of promises, to be broken ahead?

Figurative all, to do the intolerable?
Succinctly ours, the future to shine?
In a presence for lived design, a habit we sour?
At, and well, a sulking hat that has the time...

Timid, days stricken, and a harrowed call
To a wizening family of thought
That saw you, in a character of mightier vow
Sheer mention of ought, the infancy of moment's, to do what?

Looking here to normalcy
Asking if a watery eye, has a legend or a myth?
Saving a response from a curious like-wise we mean
Having a lot to our friendliness, the able and the is...

Avoiding a jest, with the measure of many?
See, the coming honor to serve a shrouded question?
Halt and secure, the blanket of simplicity?
Shadow a pretty freedom, as if a wall is, a hero worth seldom's selection?

Can curiosity dance with me, comes a voice...
Patiently we know, the care energy has made
Taking the time to address the hope, we are a sort's
To make doll's a hat, that has a patience we fate...?

Tenacity, comes again, the voice of a little boy...
Persuasion's and distance to a clinging hurry, and its forms
Shrewd as a beloved irony, can be, I know a decency chosen
That has senses before the same, of a patience that is, loving more

What should a mention of a callous and actual lip of sincerity be?
Can an hour of dissonance and identity become our soul's tale?
Is a relationship with idleness, the only way an open letter can keep?
Asking a little girl and boy to pray, is a where ours to kiss and save?

Hands held, and promises in no particular way...?
Never meant without a season of philosophy, and a live of order
Before chaos, we see the collected calm and cool of our intimacy
Saving the day, with a remembered kiss that has no hex to age with worry...?

Happier monday's
So set to tooth
On edge, to what affirmed cope, says
Is a looking day, made for sight to rue

Back, with vintage done
Separate cares, ancient to legend
Here is a wakeful sun
Ready to dote, I am that I am

Ends of discord, given the time
With wishes we take to issues
A particular few, in further beginnings, benign
Complacency to sit and finish, the laugh of us, you's

Curiosity in a clash, without
The names and numbers of contrary conscience
To take a few, to the realm of doubt
Known for clever heed, of a hope to wizening amends

Secrets and final due
Of a working life, to tell a unique tale
Of cause, condition and clue
Of a home between hands of unity; to tell...

Golden eyes
Sweat to build to a reasoned ******
With our hope, our hesitancy has no lie
Nor frustration, of a coping where fold and due, ask

Golden whys
Sincerity in motion, for one more kiss
The rhyme of couth, to which we named airs to sigh
The role of decency, is it moments like this?

Golden silence
Shapes of doting hard, and self righteous
The wake of a new shine in the seem, looking beyond a chin
We remember the toll of ennui, given an erudite stare, us

Golden tries
Of surreal seclusion come of age, for a thought and futures step
Let like the lip you love, a challenge of compare and strive
Ne'er known, without somehow in time, wizening at curiosity's let

Golden shines
Were we the spoken of ought, an energy to select ourselves
In the sense of justice we will know, is a creation of thus over mind
Me with a reach for simplicity, that made you a care I seek, in all wealth's...

Golden times
And the trust of beauty, in your hand for one hour more
Liberty is not a shut door, to a question alive in suggestions wind
Long before a turn of chastity has seen me, become a fate with no war