If thou Slater for love,With brinks of the lustful eyebrow
In thy beauty is the dilemma of sleepless thoughts
Longing as before,thou sparking the intense fury of  thou lips
Love be a barrier,I'd freeze out than cross
My 'mistress' love is a vise
She makes thee slaughter her pregnant goose
Her eyes silent as the gentle stirs of the stunning breeze

Is life not a melody of love
I be kind to her divinity,hate thy skimpy self
Over the fences thy fluffy *** came leaping
With the drisiling and screeching voices of merry flowers
Her skipping high-heeled flames fanning my sight

Is life not a melody of love,thy heart singing and dancing
Whirled and tossed up,I dance to her lashes
Her smile rises the immaculate sorrow
Of thy low self esteemed hub