A pill of summer is he,
He who warms my heart.
A pavilion of sanctuary is he,
He whom I nest beneath.
An eternal bliss with he,
He who embraces me,
Until he cracks my limbs with love.

Mum is the word.
Patience is the key.

Laying in a bed of roses,
He and me,
Laying in a bed of roses,
Me and he.
The flowers are our pillows,
Truly.
The clouds our
Serenity,
Let no woes shatter,
We.
Let no Devil tempt,
Me.
Lest separate
We be.