Avidly, yours?
Snow and treacle, in a legends lore?
Kisses and flowers from early tours
Of virtue we welcome in, a little more

A little more than else, the foot of here
And say the ordeal which I describe
Is a lovers time, if not frankness of fear
When a passion has run so fast, to see the days horizon

Sour old forms, of distance and proof
Of an age old drama, we relent into and fix
Just to look for a younger price, to the salt so aloof
Sudden instinct, to tell you a tale about what nix

Thrown the care, the stir of vague happenstance
Will a shrewder couth, or order to heath
Begin with your word, your kiss, in the bough's of hindrance
I spy you, with liberty in a ruses circle, with anxiety to preach

Simplicity's ask, seemly and the pace of champion's
Whetted with peace's aroma, an appetite to silence a charm
Of a carnal wish to find its sleeve, a hair and a lamp...
In the night, when sour is a reaching flame, so just in its warmth

Panic's we will know
Disparity to voice a choosing eye
Spare or the gift of aspire, sides of owe
Haste at the said, the meant eaves of wry...

Tones of choice, in our advent, to climates
Of worthier none, the tale of courage come
Sing the weapons of the wind, or see its sates?
Compose your suggestion in the form of a bomb?

Pride is such an expensive friend, the ire's we can't
Ascertain to advance to a greatness, at the feet of dissonance...
Known and told to own, we are the coming ides of a plan
Sent from where, the arduous and the space of riddling ands...

And a stale offering, of steel and pleasance's presence
Made for the bold, the souls of capricious same
Never the more, without the collapse of another's sins
Into but a heavenly kiss, from the times we aid, we fatefully name

Notice the kindred of a shame, with a soul to eye a different need
Sent from the earthen sigh's we make so worthy, prodigy
Is a shred of decency meant to be in the grasp of opposites, and heed?
Letting a blue streak unearth the better, where the letter is for these

Still the meet, of violence and opportunity to ask
Will a billowy day of opus and shade, in the sky...
Prepare a sun with our fate, and is a rage the common enough fact
Of a burden in silences nature, that is the cloying season of redeeming specialness's, why?

Ancient in need, thee'd
Living life in the loft of liberty
Sense to swirl and eddy, at my hand's heed
Account me the stone, and I will succeed integrity?

Wishing the turn of youth, never was...?
Poison in the times, to reveal a hedonistic goal...
Where the being is sweet, the ingenue of dust
Is a meter of recognition, that begins to encourage old?

Running for a lies burden, the causes of freedom
The toil I spy, is a waiting home with no doors
Or windows to speak of, the truth in kind come
And the spare way we save each other from the now, of worlds worry

Subtle the energy's here, a tooth rolling in the head...?
Securing the rigid, the disgusting, the remorse of nuance?
Ready to tell a tale of presence and pressure, with a flower to lead?
Here to say, in the candor of living's behalf, so much is left to us and chance...

Pondering a half bespoken smile...
Sovereign times with an hour to its need, have come and gone
With but the beauty to hold a hand, the reach of weary denial?
Is a chance we have to take, when misery comes to these, so long...

Pining for another soulless kiss...?
A christ to tarry, and know the eschewed gift's
Of blindness sour and triumphant, the turn of day into night and its wish is...
For a new friend; where is sincerity when I see to the might taken, and think, a day lifts...

Speed and a family of thought, worth you
Speed and a calling to heed, the heroism of privilege
Speed and a choice of worth, in the decency of a hand that owes couth
Speed and a rolling truth made from all the best, blessed and what has been...

Loft to a healing ray
Of sunshine, where the pace is to reason
Through the hour, and hope in a delicate same
Worth once forward, and thunder in a look for season

Temples that run
As shrewd as a habit in the couth, to question a friend
Hiss, **** and vinegar, the call of can't for cunning
Olden times and the frank display of a power, come in the end

Temples that fight
With a rolling heat, so secure in its justice
The tale of future homage, the trick in your nostril's, tight
By right's of callous treacle, the irony of succor to rise

Temples that thieve
So sweet a spice of torment and the torture of guidance
Away from the purile, to make an obvious statement of grief
Waiting on the disease, we trod into a haven't, that takes lands

Temples that die
With the been and better lip, of causes we favored in the amend
Of rigors and steely eyes, the climate of when a world has a laugh, all of a right
Have the sign of decision in a youth's care, where we are a heart to lend?

Light's that healed the privilege of silence
Light's that coped with a curious shadow, when might saved ire
Light's that seemed the better of changes of means, into art though appends
Light's that warred in your name, for a sickened stare at unwholesomeness's fires

Light's that spanked your baby with love
Sound bared and a barrier, to know the coming tried and true
Promise of senses alive, with the courtesy of impressions and covenants
And an olive given a real try, at what was homes need for a freer you

Aptly, the irony we face
Is a friend to accuse a skill
Is a weirding hour, with a roaming praise
That has the dealt card, we saved for a thrill?

Spectacle, and the spy of done don't it...
Wither, blister and peal
Given the gift of sight, to remain a bespoken whit
Neglect is such an awful way to go, to peace's and heel

Aspire in the name of austerity; felt and selection
To take the time with a care and its hither
The promise a fading day has said, fascination
Is a small miracle, if anywhere is to be that friend, still aired

Pence, predictability, and powers
That begin in the limelight of our soul, joy if not coy
Simple liaison to remember the stir of when things come, even sour
The rise and fall of lead unrest, is a saviors swallow, with albeit a coin

Money that can spent better, with a friends ear
Half and strength to let, a careful ought, to these we set to rights
Time immemorial, the sense to live in the light of what we fear
And its order of bile and silences smile, still wishes we know, might...

No one, in an unusual harmony
With time to remember the future
As shrewd as I want to be, was curiosity funny
When I stepped forward, with it's flower?

Stoic to see you, in the act
Where the columns of sadness suggested
Is a heart for once, and for all of eternity to ask
The reasons for us, are meant and lead?

But a sneaking suspicion, never did it cross your face?
When without a problem to serve, the toil of sensitivity is
Loan me an ear, when the times are a changing one, an appeal of place
And the courage to speak of the devil, when ears are a nativity...

Panic at my side, I will introduce you as a friend
With truth to spare, and boding in eyed facts
Places I have seen, with a plan for each who would, a hand
Of virtue to examine and ploy, as if a truth is in the acts

No one...
Is a meaning for here and after, by the want of themselves
Guarantee in vexes fate, God in a round excess of destiny...
With the wishes you made, when shadows name their wealth?

Brown is our promise
Spoken like a true champ
Till a height of a comely vice
Has the spark of intuition, claimed and

See the little knuckles
To remember the tone of our voice
Shrewd difference, and its wishes in the wills
Of a new friend, that has the embarrassment of choice

Golden is our heed
The truth in a riddling portion
To save the irony of succor, which even is with eaves
And the excuse of enlightenment, to understand worse sin's

Save the music, break the wind
For a melancholy doubt, the indigency of verse
Left to wiser investment, asking a particular kin
Is a road to hindrance, the only way a cough can see, the universe?