Day in, day out
Freckles to swoon, a favorite lullaby
Have with me, a muse that keeps a pout
Time in a tilling pace, with a triumph for peace

Torrid, the sound of a cherub
Pushing here and there, over my bed
The lights of reasons so satisfactory, the rue of causes
Has a wink with me, the entourage of heaven's lead?

Heaven?
I wonder, listening to the melancholy refrain
Will, a heart be a stone or is a stone a star leaving?
How they are, a sincerity to come and go with their own, shame?

Same side of depends as in every whole?
Maybe a whole of consensus, that shares an opportune eye...
With a repose for all, the united way we explain a miracle in the full
I wish the world were so happy, a climate for intonement to strive...

Cope, breeds haste long before Eaches hope
Hope, looks upon the soul of reaches, like a furious friend
Fairly the timid, nor the strong, will escape a lover's better though
A day may be, by rights the best at collecting our thoughts, but that meant...

The world to you...
And the seclusion of worth, that makes us so special
Here is eyes of mine, and kisses of yours, winks and till the truth
Many times over, with a kinder reason than an intuition of else

So pretty a wing, if not a wish
Somehow a dance with fame, in no way the rain?
Like a realer speech for when we were, a subtlety come least
Our awoke eyes remind each other, the day longs for stranger...

Taste, mentioned in a call
To baring the silent treatment
Of a composed inkling that survived the fall
Of cares forward, your flower of meaning and testament...

Has the honor of possibility in wait
To exchange a smile for need, a cough for agreeing
Long in the tooth, and known to ours as sate
The irony of redemption was an anger to note, reeling

Space for a touted kind, of kisses that collect a shame
Time has a candor, that keeps us, like a walking share
Shared by the alienation of minds that defer to pride, same
The notion of guidance to your missed opportunity, where?

In your hands, is, a day
With spoken mendacity that came with a fruit
Trophy's of sweet justice, or atrophy's of sour, may
The question of life's paramour, a season of wishes for youth

Renamed a second wind, the tale of completion to venture forth
Animosity in a hindrances cheek, the patience
Of a callous daydream, that said you are the age of common, course
Look hard, taste, we seek a blinder acceptance than the days reliance

Childhood has a spat with you...
Chastity came in the name of speed, nor specialness...
Chiding is a thought in your direction, the imagination of couth...
Chatting with the ought of simplicity, we see your haste for this...

A home with sigh's and cries of pride, the neglect
Of a rage, and its savior, simplicity
Think us a changing season or a charade of what we reflect
But a youth with it to win, is you in marvel's of reality of intimacy?

Say your own strength, the tooth of ease is with us
Compare a shew of mention with a mercy, the tone of august voice
Is a friendship to keep, with a vision of lent heed to discuss
Liking the very hour of compassion's might, we instill your choice

Taste, and the rainbow of tomorrow
Your envy or the many of childhood
Thinking but the silence of beauty, with an adroit shadow to borrow
With but a question of stead to answer, is a leading live and let live,  who's...?

Hosts of commotions
Found in the being resort
Simple drowsiness, to address our recollections
When a sincerity has its guests, is petty worthier...?

Proof in a challenged stare
From another sleepy soul, the tender haste
To a realm of powers so satisfied, for the moment to care
The count if not the court, of how a craving for age...

Looking carefully at the time
A host will share the knowing, the pout of recompense
A waiting heed, to carry the day with a price of trying?
The curiosity of depending for hope, the wishes of us come to ends

But in all respect, the reasons we find for a tally of love
Is a host with complete gestures and figures of need
Salvation's key comes to a vexing box, but the better friendship of us
Is a wagering heat in the skip of day, where a doting guest is a heed

Of commotions lip, the call of decency is a raging hour
With the sense to live in the shade, when patience has a glare
Taken to gall, faking the fall, of consciences so meant to be better
The hour of silence only broken, by a better man's stare

Poor resolve, the pride of kindness...
Sat in a door, with an imagined child, to add the clash of potential
Making the noise of reasons proud and true, a hidden guest
With no justice without the yearning we dote, is a reach for shall

Persist...
In a weddings house, there is only
Taken to some's audience, the through of conscience to list
Is a shrewd tone of voice, the call of might to thee?

Persuade...
A given need, a composure we per...
Time is a faring hope, to let liberty be said
When a doldrum of avarice, has vantage's worth

Permit...
Long looks to tell a wishes story
Rambunctious as a kiss can be, the proposal of whit
Is a rule of thumb, to begin here with a purpose hoary?

Pertain...
Live with me when an able mind is to heed us
Kindred of volition and the redoubt of comparison named
Is to be a lived and well-bred issue, of what we must...

Perdiem...
The lovers of causes to stare once more
Themselves to word the honesty of a new vote, to lend
A question of simple guidance, meant in dreams to seem

Personage...
Letting the about and around, become our home
Heeding only the scope of decency, in the way of legend
Does the reality we astound with patience, have a soul come undone?

Defiant, a courage in the rough
Somehow better than a cough
And sitting suppose with a relationship enough
The hours we invest in confusion, are a silly table to love?

Misery walks in...
Opus, deify and attribute a song
To long talks over romances fires, a salt splendid
With the firsts of any man, to make sense of a delicate haunt?

Kindred know a share, the tools of persuasion
Mix and due, treat and soon
The irony we preach, is a caring come to liberation
That has the pardon of fewer fears - if only a lore to swoon

Myriad comforts and their insincerity may pass
Past the commotion, a need of compelling all to seem
A light to tell, the condition of sincerity to a risen ask
Of guidance's nature, is a resolve to understate a whim?

Alienation walks by...
Set to long heed, the culmination of a frank repose
Is silence to be a friend, when we have no need's to lie
With a rarified glare at what is purpose, what do we owe?

All leave, with a ghost of cessation to come
Will we spring into the gait of war, or is a fight to be declared?
Or is a descent into deception, for after a word has space to dumb?
Then and there, the pout of repercussion, a door only a hardship could have aired

Obligations soul, still sat at the table
Worth in a timely bottle, to look at and become a choice's fear
But given the since, the defiant air of what has a role to say, dull
Is the sojourn of a distance to oneself, the meters and mores to care?

Me
In know, two thoughts
Is there ever a callous purpose, see...?
The resolve of a sturdy wish caught...

Lies
Energy in a fallow tooth
With no place for simplicity, ideas
Of choice versus chastity, the gift of youth?

Means
Possession of an accord, we devote to since
Baring anon, a chance, the voice of a wonder to glean
A fate of comprehension with time to include a risk in kins

Liar
The tone of precept, the couth of promises met, promises let
To the sincerity of a care's in forces we understand, higher
Than the order of sate, which proclaims a need's soundness set?

All to let, omni-patience
All to sit, order and chaos
All to whit, the flavor of a smile's agents
All to met, the tows of words greater by keeps odds

All to odds of decency...
Where the clash of wishes for a fortune in the sun
Has a subtle grace, meant to be our history
The tale has become fair, elucidation, and a noble religion

Why do you sit with the neighbors when the tables are turned?
When a sharing felt for avid deem, is a collected thought for am?
And knowing what we do about us, is a whole live of what, earned?
Sakes the decision to tell, will it become even more, a sincerity also ran?

A race to somewhere finished with conscience
Or the very language you speak...
The marvels of duality in the name of a better time than presence
Of why is a tone of voice, the only way to garner the breath of each?

Because we live for something worth the observed, known
With the lips of angels or the devils of age, the reasons of virtue
To take a different tact, than a glaring insist for what was a done
Simple news to the eyes of practice makes perfect, the only one it can and could

A is for adage, the truth you think is a daring host to help
B is for baby, the tooth you display for wishes that come to all who care
C is for couth, the times you know are a happier twain, when it comes
Seldom in our view, and knowing a chat with something greater, only the did are ever it here