Named for sexes nature
Willful and observing the taste
In a relationship's source, an open curiosity
To question and answer the bared promise

Will we step over that line?
Has it ever been anything but...
Salt in lore and its composed shadow in time
Will we save the rue of growing thought's and spaces meant

Shall we begin?
The tooth of religion
In sour ways, we take the times to overture, in a careful horizon
To see the chastened, the simple, and the prodigy of again

Seeing is believing if you have no eyes...
But might makes risen worlds, a named shame to fight?
When all of a shrewd thought in your direction, is having spite
The tow of unity is ours, for a joke and a song of what is right?

Yes
I do, and with a remnant kiss to remind
The thief of assumption in the many, is me with a lest
Anger that comes to these, for a legend of sense, so sublime...

Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...

Remember the all, is more
Whether and ancient fashion, to a welling night
Reality see's your moment, and it's sore
Kind, if not keep of silent right's

Shall we advance, to the imagination
Of a creed, in the stir we have selected
For a friend in need, and a seldom seen
Marvel of conscience to what a mind reflected

Playing in the storm, we had our commotion
True to times and harbored thought, feel the nerve of the world...
Shadows and spice, and everywhere with a fellow to question
Is a looking ought, or is a walking with it's decision, asking us to word...?

A song by God?
Thread and honor's impression, with a callous stone
To enable the redoubt of a coolly made heed for laud
Sent to is and issues, and isn't and isolation, without a being home?

Yearn and show the worth of a new friendship, we are here...
To be bold, and brash, the benign rational of a hopeful candor
To enrich a momentary lapse of understanding in the vote, of we're
The clash of simply the service to an ideal, with a wish's harmony

Form here to eternity...
A wave of surmise, and sakes, if decency
With a rolling heed, and the calm we needed
With the hath of a naked moon, roses in history...

Look, and see...
Tomorrow on a painted lip, taken to a wishes heart
The threshold of ****, and show your mind me
Another whether about, or with however's reach we knew would start...

A timid race, sharing the panic
And the **** of agony, for the hurting touch
Of what once was a marvel, and now a season so tragic...?
Luminous atrophy in the hands of earning, for another youth, all too suicide for much...

Finalize and seldom, to rhapsodize again in endless opinion
The archaic horses of numbing freedoms, music in the heavens?
Worth once more, and the lauded harmony we win
The childhood of anger, we appreciate with pining's heathen...

Suppose for once:
Compassion's legend of lover's let in a leap, as if the industry of hope
Sacred sincerity taken to an intuition and yearning, of golden sorts, worth begun
Looking one more time, for a friend with a head for a daydream's call, and a nefarious joke...

Kings in wiser halves and starts, stops of indecency
Fateful so a final lip, soul's liberty in ably love, to finalize hunger?
Among the sky and the blame we make, for a salt to find all's history...
Welcome to the star, say we, that said good bye to a bitterness we know you have sung:

Pretty privilege, and the courage that knew you, so well...
The imagination we chose, with the terror of strength, in hours
Asking from heard to epitome, and the adding of common risks, like a bell
We see your cause is real, if not in a mentioned world, so lover's...

Had the time of their lives, if not a delicate balance with reason's shudder
Of a cold shoulder, a shrewd navel, and a legend of jewels
That have it to say, the count of cares, and the gifts of leaders
To a flame, of when a head full of seclusion is pulpable, without angst to spare the rule...

Yearning poise?
Another soul to bother
Worthier phrases in a choice
Hand to shake, like a season of others...

Total's of sense, and survived anxiety
To take their time of a lovelorn embrace?
True to simple heed, and a heathen sovereignty
Slow moment's, on the behalf of a needy facts, if not patience to face?

Kiss me when I am ready, the turn of is...
Into isn't a welcome share, of deem and its duty
Required in the safety of our misogyny, a comparative bliss?
To seek a new finality to a friend's endeavor, mere and dear we...

See the wings of a time...
We stole from beguiling kisses, the don't of remain
The dole of severity to change its mind, for a spare trying
Till we issue anger's charm, and its focus of eyes that ordain...

Wishes?
And the spate encouragement of suppose before the height legendary
Tarry in a shown way, to ask, if intimation is a speed to if
A hero has a moment in held belief, or is this the shadow of decency?

See the guarantee of a lowly hand, come with all and purpose
And the might in a shall, we divine is the poise in a presence?
Found virtue and clues, of the demand of another host...?
Here is a shred of saving many, from the powers that be, again

Compose another, early bird
If we entertain a mercy's thought
Acting with life, inching closer to charisma's heard
Letting the miracle of it's specialness, have all for image and not

Imagine the count, of repose
Silly old me, the tact of decision
The mores of propriety, a worldly hour to lose
The notion of a distance to a problem, that has no equality for intuition

Sweet old honey, ready to introduce a different plan
The taken moment's, to the siring of another keep
Worth one more step than we thought, the integrity we and
And the coming heart of deliverance, with it to seek

Like childhood, no even adult sophistication
Has the hurried brow of composure, a milk to memories
That complete the tender hope of angel's and their intimation
Whether a toll of embarrassment or the erudite youth of consideration, we see...

Trust, in me
Sour and ageless hope
Turned to evocative we
Still a threshold of since, and a clash with youth

Places to divulge
Animosity in a craving hour
To tell a rhyme and a reason, from work's we indulge
Are ourselves, the name and meter of compelling dourness?

To live with the brazen promise
Turned to instill, and the austerity of could...
Courage sake a welcome, to lip's we advise
Are ours, for a sight, a kiss and a levity of when would...

Age keep a smaller promise, in the name of being
Wishes and fortunes day, to realize a calling
Taken from your strive, your hidden senses, leading
A wholeness to winds of voice, and its vision, the passion galling?

Strength in a clarity to detail the silence, welcome
Thought's and endeavor, to still the notion of veracity, plain
Justice and callous here, to befriend the gift of seldom
And history in a learning curiosity, to understand same

A charity that has stood for you...
Energy's and careful reply's, to risen help and the health we intone
Taken to reasoned shares in a destiny to accrue, the unity of beauty
We ask for only a second chance, at the revelation of needs, we maybe have already won?