Loft to a legend
Sitting sweet amid bell's
See my gentle reply, yonder ends
Of worth we adjust to lucre and its seldom?

Triumph of sense in a quieting hand
To liberate a façade of compromise
And lucid repeat, will decisive mean and?
And can a whole heart of simplicity in the way, seek wise?

Looking here and there, the to and froe
Has the presence we admit, confirms a host
Of poignancy, in the season of courtesy, if not could
Penny's from heaven, and the will power to spend most?

Legend?
And the stir of voice in my open regards...
To the letter and clue, of wishes to amend
But the tone of sensitive matter's, in count and wards

Is a belief in vice so tender, that we know the might?
Of, curiosity and soul, to repeat the advance, of cope
Lent to the land, for a seed of special order and length's of sight?
Like the voice of order over chaos and many over more, we choose hope

To be a bell with a ghost, and a liberty to finish the fascination
Of a clarity in heed's way and will, we see a new friend to be?
Asking the now due energy of a wind, to tell the fortune we lend
Is a can and a want, the price of privilege in the cost of we?

Paces to run
Order and frank purchase
To tell a story of the hour, won
Well to do, and with arduousness as an image

Looking among the challenge...
Sorrow and focus, the drive of sake
Told and taken to promise, the count of whence
Prepared to survive the tenderer core, of what heed make

Silence approves, than the gun
Appearances may deceive, but suicide has a key...
Many to form the words of shares in harrowing
Quiet become the throngs noise, to incite anarchy

Run, run, run we do
Lived and thoughts of content, contemplating a host
To decide our fate, are we worth the moment's who'th
Coming and going to needs of privilege, for a soul so most

Looking for the far hill's, seasoned and cleverly adored?
The wages of the world are at our fingertip's...
Sense and selection for a thought, we have for a word
Since we are the winner, will a shadow face the news, or a halo oft what is?

Come to our circle
Think but the coming honor to be our seldom
Wish the merry wish of when a salt has seen the world
Become the presence of mind, to ask a simple question...

Sanity we compare
To a lemon hiccough, so salty...?
And meaning the best of heir's
When a star has a dream, sorrow has seen its calling

Winds and fires of a chance
Life in the renown of hurry and haste
To will the smile immaculate, in these hands
We surmise the politics of acumen and pace

Promises we can make, in the advance of time
Through and through, the details to rhyme...?
Answer us still, baring a heaven and its lime
Will we save a graceful live, lip or light, subtly trying?

Till we meet again, the notion and the speak
Of a contrary day to the fast and frugal
Whimsy in a court of senses we season with each
Risen above, the call to ages and the marvel of what is now, all

Look a king will say...
And a queen, have an ear of psyche to endear a posed
Quiet and assumed privilege, with the loft of shrewd many
That has the truth in a noble can, see the childhood of hosts?

So dependent, a pocket
For its coin, will we save our moment's
In the distinct draw and limit, we select
For a notorious kind, the almost and sense

Walking faster
Lucre in the round eye of assume
When a home has futures in mind for ask's lasting
Is a whole day the difference between now and couth?

Simple words, if you have none
But a rolling heart to satisfy its own
If not an awakening force, to describe it's mind
As a lore in a happier find, of what was our soul, loaned?

Could yearning love me with heart felt need?
Or is a flagrancy of images, the only way to begin in may
The tale of seems and dreams, the only way we keep...
A courage to distant fires we dote, are a conscience's saying

Once more
The treasure of comparison, to the wealth of an idea
Taken for a friendship wondering if silence is foreign, golden or owned
Of the conscience we seek, the patience of another, pocket?

Pilgrimage for a daisy
Sour mettle, and the tact of pomposity?
Real to our feather's of a chance, amazing
How the sun drives nothing to somewhere, unless a friendly...

See the signature of the wind?
We failed to notice, without the memory of good
And astute know, a proper been?
To the savior's of distance and here after, to show who...

Places we remember, and with forces of right
Accepted as the success of a coming host...
Well in weal, and thorough eye's of many, and their might
Calming the hour, with a respect for what is our instinct, most...?

Tales of the demands, of a new day
When to history's voiced concern, and a myriad stir
Of justice before silence, we know we can seek in the may
Is a lucidity the foremost of all, and did it captivate opuses world?

Space for a chastity to hold, another reason of us?
Patience if a long risk and mercy to a dour visit, will kindred?
We sense are a language of interim's, being the guard of ordeal's must
Will we select our future's with such a hand, and by the means we meant, lead?

Today, was the day?
A price of veracity to adjust to a new light
Make and music of contemplation, a ruley fate
Wealth's reckoning to seem, a succinct charge of who's right

About the wishes of whole, and whether we detain
From a charade of given poignancy, now is a potential, good?
Liberate us, from the silence we demonstrate, as a peace's refrain
Admittance and verily the just, to serve a happen and its shouldn't

See the embarrassment of us, taken to the shy
Announced in character and vicinity to a duress, we favored
Over the common pence of shapes and identity, a cheek so why
When the mercy's of everyday folk, was a grin at savoring...

The voice of premonition, and the marveling of poise
To realize a fate worse than friends, a harrowing we can afford?
With the claim of foreboding, and outright sense for a choice
Well defined in a liberty's hand, but somewhere under the silence, a façade of reoccurring...

Tendered or terrorized, with a mutual lip
Tows and freedoms woes, to admit finally, the complexity we fit
Into a role playing hope, off on the shared season, copious whit
Still the burden and threshold, of a baser pleasance, that we think might...

They saw the kind, gone out for dinner, superiority to knowing...
We found the light of avarice to be a nourished count
Of solace to view, the truth of you, which in a mind blown
Is the court of means, with a beginning to an end, we save flouted

Grease be a willing
Suggested in rhyme and region
To say a place in the stir, we are fulfilling
Save a round eye for simplicity, and you will see pleasing...

Prevalence, and our sparseness of chances
Time with a relative hope, to the collapse of love
Into a sort's so stilling, that many and instancy is lands
Prowess, if not promise of showing the world asks, about your covenants

Choices we make in a delve of seriousness
Trusted with ambivalent pass, and pasts of conscience's
That consume the thought's of oddity, like a child has blessed
A friend in need with the clamor, possibility understands in sate's presence

Omitted from this cause, is a dread to form the worth...?
Of compliance and measure, we seek for admittance
Of your couth, then cope with a reconciliation that you earned
Sweet and immediate, with the notice of chastity as your problem...

Weal, has a new place of harmony for you
Does this shared and giving nod, to what has a dream
Your means to wisdom and its role for virtue's, collusion's
Of when and where we are the distance to life's homage, is this a world's meaning...?